Wednesday, June 27, 2012

You...

I crave You feel like a slave to You Await You Moments away feel like torture It heightens my senses when you draw near Stimulating my mind my body reacts to You Waits for more of You Your touch... your tease Always there to please Oh how I count the days the hours the minutes until I am.... Bathed in the presence of You. I will wait.

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