Awaiting the Day
Without hesitation I drop you a line
Hours later in time
I wait for your reply
Thinking what will it be
And hoping for you to excite me
I’m thinking of you
And wish it would be true
That you’ve been thinking of me, too
My pulsing and racing heart
Awaits the day we’re sprawled out in the sheets
And please, let us be
Like we dream it will be
With our salty, sweet dreams of our bodies
Tangling and beating to the rhythms
Flowing through the currents
Between our curves
As the time moves on
We beg the question
And pray how will it be
And please, let it lift us to the sky
keith jeffries
Sun 9th Feb 2020 23:53
Mika,
Poetry must never be stifled, controlled or censored or it will lose its very reason for being. I agree with Tommy on this. It is easy to step back from the brink but poets with courage always make the leap of faith. Go for it
Thank you for a good and honest poem
Keith