A whole lot of waiting,
and then a gentle sigh.
Then proof of life,
and no longer a reason to cry.
A short walk in dark and rain,
to the red door wear I lay.
I let her in,
then hours of watching, as I pray.
Pictures stop and music rests,
on a violins pleasing note.
A gentle kiss sets the night in flame,
"Stay the night, don't grab your coat."
A smile across such supple lips,
passion ensues, hand on supple breast.
In bed I hear her cry,
my name is a test.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
A whole lot of waiting,
and then a gentle sigh.
Then proof of life,
and no longer a reason to cry.
A short walk in dark and rain,
to the red door wear I lay.
I let her in,
then hours of watching, as I pray.
Pictures stop and music rests,
on a violins pleasing note.
A gentle kiss sets the night in flame,
"Stay the night, don't grab your coat."
A smile across such supple lips,
passion ensues, hand on supple breast.
In bed I hear her cry,
my name is a test.