Awaiting Night Anticipation of Dawn

Constant fancy to touch, kiss, be close.
Are we in a dream, surviving on hope?
Will time ever pass, finally sunset.
Alone in my thoughts until you awaken.
Moving through skip all commercials.
Why does one require sleep at all?

You ever felt bliss, totally drained of energy.
Could the past lives been nightmares.
Love soothes as we move close, bodies touch.
Circumstances raise a glorious reunion.
Remembering how to be generous lovers.
Constant fancy to touch, kiss, be close.

The moment we separate, there is love.
Love of your kisses, friends for years.
Gentleness of your fingers along lines,
Areas of passion sensitized by your breath.
Divine interventions evolving our growth.
Are we in a dream, surviving on hope?

Quietly at first learning, watching, listening.
Bilateral awe, new times for new people.
In front of the fireplace, twin flames aglow.
Great shows, new seasons, begins, no reruns.
Feelings secure, awaiting night, joys ensue.
Will time ever pass, finally sunset.

Sharing pleasures clearly expressing love
Screams of pleasure at their caressing.
Anticipation at dawn increases in time.
Awakes too early in hungry eagerness.
They are just full of hopes no promises.
Alone in my thoughts until you awaken.

Twin flames till burning forever are hopes.
Days seem long a focus awaiting night.
Alone in my thoughts until we rest, smiling.
Hungry eagerness for hirsute manly sashay.
Entering the house announcing I’m home!
Moving through skipping all the commercials!

Sleeping lunches away to be able to wait.
Another awaiting sunset. Wanton moods.
Anticipation of dawn. Twin minds flaming
against twin desires, over-thinking as usual.
Both in a dusk to dawn bliss, absolutely blissful.
Why does one require any sleep at all?

Still

Rodin titled KISS

Still remembering that wonder of a moment
“One Deciding Kiss” now a haunting stranger…
just the memory a bliss flows throughout minds
to toes, her mind flushes same warmth her heart
pumps-that “twinge”-dearheart rsvp has
forced-to pass, she wonders how men do
erase love she wants to learn how to stop
love like men do? For moments in joy. Till-
he hates her defect-that he used to love.
blurs-then she looks again at ‘Kiss”, once
more in joy. Bliss. selective memory makes
her Choices not hers. She is inept at hate.