Tomorrow I’m coming back,
because even I know,
being gone this long
has forced the sky speak up.
Words come from our single source,
when I finally looked up
I saw her waiting there for me.
And I swear she swore,
she hasn’t been able to sleep
for years now, and even I knew
her tired condition was my fault.
The second we touched,
it recharge that playlist of hers
causing sparks to discharge
from words in songs.
Our initial agreement worked,
up until it didn’t because
we couldn’t stand
being gone for so long.
She was supposed to get some rest
simply close her eyes
like she used to when we slept together.
Today, the need has grown in her
and whenever the skies begin to turn
she opens up about
being tired of waiting for me.
She wants that downpour
to help put her to sleep.
She’s tried for years now,
to ignore both needs and wants
the price has been too high to pay
in order to break all her promises
so she’s kept quiet, until now.
Eyes can never be filled enough
to simply move on,
and even I don’t mind admitting
it’s been my fault
needing her in all my words.
Time has been the key to all of this,
her words touch me in a certain way
that not even those around me
can understand why I’d need her.
Clearly, she stares just long enough
making sure I’m coming back
with my same feverish lust for her.
When we mix and entwine together
her eyes can finally close
long enough to actually dream
it’s all she’s ever truly wanted,
while waiting for me.
Time never fades when
love is forever an ember
that glows steady within
her heart, time immortal.
She stands, wrists bound
in softest purple ribbon.
Gently placed by His hand,
firm yet tender is his meter.
Between her hands she holds
but a single pure white lily.
It’s petals slender, velvet
to the touch, its fragrance
intoxicating ones senses.
she bows her head gracefully,
offering it to her beloved.
Silently she awaits His
command.
smiles
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EOB, that is beautiful. I think someone needs to start a WordPress thing to share her words w the community. Very nicely done.
S
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You inspired it by Your previous comment
anonymously thanks You
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Keep writing, please
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So long has she been sleeping,
within her dreamless night
forgotten were the scenes of
beauty. Now having been awoken,
by the fullness of the moon, she bows
on bended knees whispering her
response with pretty words. Only her beloved will understand.
smiles
thank you for the awakening, Sir
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Doubt the stars are fire
Doubt the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
Never doubt thy love
Time can sit passively by
it can be our stranger.
The connection, however formed,
can sit there for a lifetime.
There are seven ways to get inside
Anonymous, and we both know
exactly who you are
has 6 more companion locks to undo.
Hurry before time fades once more…
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