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Waiting… waiting… waiting…
Waiting… waiting… waiting…
time stands still…
the soft hoarfrost presses on my shoulders.
Waiting…. Waiting…. Waiting…
to be with you…. To feel you close… To feel your touch….
The joy of holding your hand as we walk together,
the warmth of your body as we embrace in the chill of the night.
The taste of your lips as they caress mine.
Those lips that have whispered such sweet nothings in my ears
and aroused such passion in my loins and in my being.
To feel the soft gentle touch of your finger
as it traces along my shoulder and back…
Waiting… waiting… waiting…
to again lay naked with you,
our limbs intertwined,
our breaths falling softly on the quiet in the darkness.
Waiting… waiting… waiting…
the anticipation of feeling your heart
beating, beating, beating with mine.
Waiting… waiting… waiting…
your heart melting time so I can be with you again.
