Oh a kiss of words! A delight.
Finally from a love
From one who knows how to stroke me right.
This, this nugget of me from old
I dusted this off. It's of you
Your family those folk you know.
To me this is how I am loved.
Seems strange. And quickly morose, denied.
No, it's fabulous to get that
But wanting is pure hell
Waiting... I should practice waiting.
I do. I try to find LONG stretches of time.
Hang on long moments.
There's something to that. This thing.
I would like to be alone, next to someone. To get that space