A Waiting Lover

Wed, 11/04/2015 - 13:04 -- mselzer

I can still feel the brush of his lips on mine

And the strength of his arms as he pulls me close.

I wish I could go back to that beautiful time

Or jump ahead to making our eternal oath.

I still hear his gentle voice moaning my name

As he caresses my skin and hair and face.

My mouth and hands make their claim

As we lose all sense of time and space.

His piercing eyes devour me over and over again

And I willingly feed his insatiable desire.

My heart soars to places I’ve never been

Trying to escape or fan this ember’s fire.

The next time I see him is too far from now

It’s already been too long since I’ve heard his voice

If only we could say our ever-lasting vows

But he still has to make that undying choice

Until we meet again, I shall carry him in memory

Only seeing him in my most precious dreams

Keeping him close in my treasured fantasy

Maybe it won’t be as agonizingly long as it seems.


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