Without hesitation I drop you a line
Hours later in time
I await your reply
thinking what will it be
and hoping for you to excite me
I’m thinking of you
and wish it were true
that you’ve been thinking of me, too
My pulsing, racing heart
awaits the day we’re sprawled out in the sheets
with salty, sweet dreams of our bodies
tangling and beating to the rhythms
flowing through the currents
between our curves
As time moves on
we beg the question
and pray how will it be
please, let it lift us to the sky
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
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