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It is a poem that the celibate would under stand I have been celibate for 30 years. |
I anticipate your touch, I melt in anticipation of your kiss, It's the kind of kiss you'd miss if you felt you must, Have more of the sweet love that makes you anxious, The anxiety that I feel won't go away because I can't be healed, My love is real I've captured it in verse and I'll express it in ryhme, In time, all my love's demands will be met, Because you command my best perforance, My anxiety will show that your heart I've come to know, You want the best I have to give so I' m willing to go, All the way to love's end where the peace and calm and aftemath, And the ember of love's raging fires smoulder, I want to see you like in a snapshot while your love burns hot, Then I'l l know within my heart and deep down in my soul, Our love was meant to be, and together we'll meet, On the plateau love provides love's rewards we have earned, Our story to be told, The anxiety that feel is because I want to please you, I want to know your love for real , I want to fulfill, Each need and each fantasy, I want to be, Your sweetest inspiration the one you place your faith in, When I'm alone and missing you my thoughts turn to, The time I've spent inside your arms, When you were manipulating me you took charms, You decided for me how the next hours of my life would be, You turned my arms inside out looking for excuses, Trying to find what other uses I had for my talents and abilities, I've used my instincts wisely, I've saught the woman inside me, It takes a whole lot of woman to satisfy your hunger, Through my repetoire I began to wonder, Out of a hat and at the drop of a dime, I've shaken the core of your being, And I've satisfied the passion that burns deep within me, I'll give your love more time to grow and nurture the woman I was then, Before you satisfied the woman within, I feel it burning your love's so warm, I'd love to be inside your arms... |