Poem For Someone I Haven't Met Yet



Yours is the ocean and the sky, Yours is the rain, And the sunlight, And the pink clouds at dawn.

Yours is my desire and my restlessness, My nightmares, My warmth, My pleasure and my sex.

You are counting down the minutes, Torturing me so deliciously.  Withholding and delaying, The palm of your hand, Over my bare belly.

You can love me so good, So perfectly…

So why don’t you?

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