Slower

by Kylead   Oct 1, 2012


My Skin feels feverish burning with excitement
My heart moans and aches to see and be with you
Each moment passing slower the hands of the clock seem to tick slower always waiting on tomorrow
waiting for when I can finally reach you
The bones in these hands yearn to touch feel and hold you
This body roars with a spellbinding power to lose itself against you
These lips of mine on fire burning in wait to softly brush your skin and kiss you
body now shaking with anxiety and excitement to see your pretty face blush and light up smiles and laughter
I am sitting here patiently waiting, wishing and praying the clock hands would move faster
I love you obsessively and completely
so I sit here waiting for your love to complete me

Sincerly
KYLE.AFTER.DEATH

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