Waiting

Until your standing next to me,
I'll be tortured by feelings held inside.
Until I'm standing next to you,
I'll be longing to look into your eyes.
Until I'm touched by your soft skin,
I'll be haunted with this lust.
Until I feel your breath upon my neck,
I'll be alone dreaming of us.
Until I feel your lips on mine,
What is there for me to do?
Until I hear you call my name,
I'll silently call for you.
Until our bodies entwine together,
I'll be wishing for our embrace.
Until you and I have our moment,
How can I tell you I feel this way?



Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 07:25

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