A sweet sensuous secret
Plays upon my lips
How I delight in holding it close to me
Softly whispering
in between your sweet kisses
That I’ll never tell
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The promise of pleasure
Conjures up piqued fantasies
That ever will pale
In comparison to what will come
And yet we wait with bated breath
For what will be
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I feel your soft breath
A gasp escapes
Errantly revealing
The desire i hold within
Afraid to let it be yours
Where does the weary wind go?
it seeps into the hearts
of the woed….
there it rustles
and stirs
up the tendrils
of hope.
it blinds the eyes
that see no future.
it breathes life
into the lives
that desire
no being.
its fingers trace
upon a teary face
the long forgotten
caresses
of a loved one
lost in waiting.
i can’t fix this
something has given away at the seams
an eyeless needle
is all i possess
so come and sew me up
stitched through and through with scars
but patched up with your kisses
i will threaten
to fall to pieces
all you need to do
is pull the right string
i await to be entangled
in the chaotic confines
of our harmonious mess
there is nothing better than that
which makes me say nothing but yes…
of tender touches
and shyly missed much-es
of reliving
smile-tugging memory patches
of remembering
sweet brushes
of awaiting
anticipated
bated breath catches
and creating
scenes
drenched
with wanting
new and known
to be awakened
in reality
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