thrumming my hands against the table,
i sit tightly with patience running,
the spark of hope ever fading.
i await for the day to call you mine,
to run my fingertips down your curves,
and to kiss every inch of perfection.
to hear the soft groans that echo into the night,
to feel the sheets between us,
and a hearty laugh shared over a ***** joke.
i shall await for the day,
where i can grasp your hand freely,
with your head upon my shoulders.
sacred whispers of flirty jokes,
and little i love you's,
between you and i.
because no earth,
can tear us apart.
through thick and thin,
you and i belong together,
even if you dare not to accept it.