I am left yearning for her
For when she is not in my presence
Time passes by and I'm just left counting the seconds
And they drag on like years
So when a hour passes by I try to picture her being there
I yearn for her unprovoked protest
The words in which she speaks just to start a argument
My belove I enjoy your idea of torment
Because the sound of your voice makes everything more interesting
I yearn for her lips, her hips, and the feeling of her soft fingertips
Every single feature leaves me stumbling over my own words
Which is why I desire her
So yes when she is not next to me
I yearn for her
Every second, every hour weather asleep
My mind travels, seeing as the future unravels
I only want to carry her
As I wait for this once in a life time marriage to occur
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
I am left yearning for her
For when she is not in my presence
Time passes by and I'm just left counting the seconds
And they drag on like years
So when a hour passes by I try to picture her being there
I yearn for her unprovoked protest
The words in which she speaks just to start a argument
My belove I enjoy your idea of torment
Because the sound of your voice makes everything more interesting
I yearn for her lips, her hips, and the feeling of her soft fingertips
Every single feature leaves me stumbling over my own words
Which is why I desire her
So yes when she is not next to me
I yearn for her
Every second, every hour weather asleep
My mind travels, seeing as the future unravels
I only want to carry her
As I wait for this once in a life time marriage to occur
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