waiting for your open mouth

to warm beneath my own

and hands that stray between the lines

of loving and alone

of gentle shoulders nudging in

on strongly laid out plans

and gliding hips that lay in wait

for fitted lovers hands

in tangled feet and outstretched palms

of waiting hearts that meld

in long last coming ecstacy

of souls that hold and held


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