this has got to be

worth the wait,

to be in your arms,

encircle your bouyance

around my anxious charms,

again. . . 

 

this is certainly

GOT 2 BE

worth the struggle,

ignoring my own needs,

worth every ounce of trouble

 

yes it's got to be

worth the wait,

imagining foreplay

to dare love-come-what-may,

again. . . 

 

and if lustful poltergeists haunt?

so what! they are vapor;

one unsettling thought of

sin's self-center'd raw endeavors,

swift subconscience acts

that fade to black in eager whispers;

 

. . .why tempt this frail reality? 

if what we once had

will once again be

what were were meant to be?

it's because of your love,

it's because we are friends,

you are mine, all in all.

from this point 'til we end.



 © 2005 cynth’ya lewis reed

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