Waiting
Dave Adkins

Waiting for you to realize
what I feel is quite real.
That I long for the life size
that the imagination of what I feel.
How I am waiting for that kiss
press gently against me
a kiss that I won’t surely miss
to set my soul free.

Waiting for your touch
never to be given too much
as the sun quickly sets
and the moon gently melts.
As you seem to last as a spell of pleasure you cast,
igniting a fire within
as we enjoy a pleasurable sin.

Waiting for the moment
when time would cease to matter
and all that concerns us
is a pleasure found between the sheets.
As my mind and heart cement
this time, when my heart patters
by the extreme fuss
our bodies enjoy one hell of a beat.

Waiting for the joy of a night
where I knew that I was right
to have waited for tonight
when there was no light
and passion gave no flight
as you fit just right
if not a little tight
as I waited for mr. right.

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