i had been waiting for her
forlorn and forsaken
and for so long
day after day
night after night
she used to say
that it was too late
it had been too long
it would be too hard
and it would be wrong
and that she had moved on...
one day, out of many,
(years had passed)
i wrote her
to let her know
that i still love her
that i still want her
that i still need her
and we met
(in the middle)
of the night
like we used to
got in my car
drove to the bar
shared a bottle of wine,
or two
and i smiled
and she laughed
we got close
like we used to
not thinking about this
not thinking about that
not thinking at that time
at that place
at that moment
we would kiss kiss kiss
(O, bliss! bliss! bliss!)
delicate and delightful
desirable and delicious
she whispered,
(i remember it as if it were yesterday)
softly and sweetly
"baby, i still love you"
she used to say
that it was too late
it had been too long
it would be too hard
and it would be wrong
and that she had moved on...
back to my place
hurrying to the bedroom- ***** it,
the living room will do
the fling fling flinging of clothes
thoughts racing, racing thoughts
the abandoning of
insecurities and imperfections
she,
braless and beautiful
******* full and breathless
beaming brilliant beautiful
together, we,
in a familiar position again
tempestuous, and together again
nothing between us
but the moisture
from our heated hearts
forming and gathering
gathering and forming
as we moved in
rhyming. rhythmic. rhapsody.
up (up) and down (down)
up (up) and down (down)
i had been waiting for her
forlorn and forsaken
and for so long
day after day
night after night
she used to say
that it was too late
it had been too long
it would be too hard
and it would be wrong
and that she had moved on
so i moved on
though i didn't want to
i still loved her too
and that night,
nothing else mattered.
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 7:41 PM UTC
i had been waiting for her
forlorn and forsaken
and for so long
day after day
night after night
she used to say
that it was too late
it had been too long
it would be too hard
and it would be wrong
and that she had moved on...
one day, out of many,
(years had passed)
i wrote her
to let her know
that i still love her
that i still want her
that i still need her
and we met
(in the middle)
of the night
like we used to
got in my car
drove to the bar
shared a bottle of wine,
or two
and i smiled
and she laughed
we got close
like we used to
not thinking about this
not thinking about that
not thinking at that time
at that place
at that moment
we would kiss kiss kiss
(O, bliss! bliss! bliss!)
delicate and delightful
desirable and delicious
she whispered,
(i remember it as if it were yesterday)
softly and sweetly
"baby, i still love you"
she used to say
that it was too late
it had been too long
it would be too hard
and it would be wrong
and that she had moved on...
back to my place
hurrying to the bedroom- ***** it,
the living room will do
the fling fling flinging of clothes
thoughts racing, racing thoughts
the abandoning of
insecurities and imperfections
she,
braless and beautiful
******* full and breathless
beaming brilliant beautiful
together, we,
in a familiar position again
tempestuous, and together again
nothing between us
but the moisture
from our heated hearts
forming and gathering
gathering and forming
as we moved in
rhyming. rhythmic. rhapsody.
up (up) and down (down)
up (up) and down (down)
i had been waiting for her
forlorn and forsaken
and for so long
day after day
night after night
she used to say
that it was too late
it had been too long
it would be too hard
and it would be wrong
and that she had moved on
so i moved on
though i didn't want to
i still loved her too
and that night,
nothing else mattered.
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