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Click hereI waited once
I waited twice
But never waited for you
I waited for me
Waited for me
It's been a long time coming.
Your lips I crave
Your arms I desire
Your laugh I long to hear
Hold me close
Allow me to inhale
Your scent
Allow me to feel
Your touch
It's been a long time coming.
Able to open myself
To that possibility
Of You
For whom I have waited ever-long
The possibility of me
Being able to feel
Feel this once again
It's been a long time coming.
This poem unfolds like a flower bud, and it seems not for the bees but for itself.
Molten heat, beneath a cool surface. Yearning. Calling out, with no sound. Beautifully revealing.