She can’t wait for your touch
Your breath on her skin
In an bed of desires
Surrounded by sin

She can’t wait to see your eyes
Burning bright like flames
In a tangled web of passion
Shout out each other’s names

She can’t wait for the next time
She never is late
So dangerous and daring
Her little dance with fate

She can’t wait for the moment
That turns into forever
Just enough to keep her wanting
A tie she can’t sever

She can’t wait to awaken
Is this a dream or real?
Light breaking through the windows
She starts to feel

Mark Scotchford © 01/01/2010


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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