Thursday, June 11, 2009

At Last

he looked everywhere positively
again frantic his eyes
no luck then you returned
you knew already the hardness
we would lie on the bed
down the middle think of
someone you had heard, seen
quiet for once he tried to watch
your fingers your eyes
could not tear his eyes away

morning came to find us
somewhat delayed but sleepless
tongues hanging out, kissing
at last

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