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I’m waiting for you to arrive;
My passion is starting to revive.
Hypnotized by our front door,
I don’t think that I can wait anymore.
Anxiousness is breaking in,
And my patience is wearing a gypsy’s grin.
When are you gonna be home?
I am restless here when I’m all alone.
So, the moment you’re through that door,
I’m gonna pounce and tackle you to the floor,
And kiss your angel face,
So you know you’re home in the perfect place.
And later, somewhere in the hall,
I’m gonna randomly grind you against the wall,
And wrap myself up in you;
Pressing close enough to make one from two.
My heart is beating way too fast.
There’s not enough oxygen for me to last.
My sense is seeking just your sound;
I wonder if you can hear my pining heart pound.
Are you coming through that door?
Or are you gonna make me sit here and wait some more?
The air’s surrounded by your cologne;
Oh, tell me you’re getting close to home.
The moment you’re through that door,
I’m gonna rip off all the pretty clothes you wore,
And jam my lips upon your neck.
Cause when you’re not here I am such a wreck.
And later when we’re in our room,
I’ll be waiting in love for your heart to consume,
And I’ll wrap myself up in you;
Pressing close enough to make one from two.
My passion is starting to revive.
Hypnotized by our front door,
I don’t think that I can wait anymore.
Anxiousness is breaking in,
And my patience is wearing a gypsy’s grin.
When are you gonna be home?
I am restless here when I’m all alone.
So, the moment you’re through that door,
I’m gonna pounce and tackle you to the floor,
And kiss your angel face,
So you know you’re home in the perfect place.
And later, somewhere in the hall,
I’m gonna randomly grind you against the wall,
And wrap myself up in you;
Pressing close enough to make one from two.
My heart is beating way too fast.
There’s not enough oxygen for me to last.
My sense is seeking just your sound;
I wonder if you can hear my pining heart pound.
Are you coming through that door?
Or are you gonna make me sit here and wait some more?
The air’s surrounded by your cologne;
Oh, tell me you’re getting close to home.
The moment you’re through that door,
I’m gonna rip off all the pretty clothes you wore,
And jam my lips upon your neck.
Cause when you’re not here I am such a wreck.
And later when we’re in our room,
I’ll be waiting in love for your heart to consume,
And I’ll wrap myself up in you;
Pressing close enough to make one from two.
Literature
Expecting
Expecting
three houses down,
the neighbor boy's soft
spot has fused together
too soon. now his brain has no
room to grow.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
the daughter of a guy I work with
has Down syndrome,
an immortal
toddler. her nose runs; she watches
cartoons. they have a special
guard
on the front doorknob.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
my half-brother's adopted daughter
was born
with spina bifida. she wears special
braces on her ankles
to help her walk. she suffers
operation after
operation, but
the doctors are certain: one day the cord
will simply
stretch
too
taut.
I cannot allow my mind
our first was born
Literature
xcutiexprincessx69
I waited a half an hour to see if you'd get online
and now that you are I'm waiting 5 minutes
to greet you so I don't seem clingy or desperate.
Then you ask about my day followed by a sideways smiley face
colon: parenthesis)
And I make up something about a 2 mile walk-
when in reality all I did was watch back to back episodes
of Star Trek: Deep Space 9.
Then I sit back and wait because you seem to be typing an awful lot,
but in 5 minutes when I receive the message it's just the letters "L O L"
A secret code that means you have nothing interesting to say,
and neither do I but comfortable silence doesn't exist on the Internet.
So I
Literature
real
i swear to God
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
real,
un-cliché
and i know it with all of me and i know he knows it
too and i know that i don't need to
write poems about him because he already knows,
he
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*smiles* oh my! now that is a wonderful love poem! I hope you two are very happy together ^.^