Anticipation . . . It has become the thief of sleep this night - robbing me of the essential elements of rest and recreation.
It crawls along the caverns and corridors of my fractured mind - it taunts and teases of that which lays just over the near horizon. It plays the adolescent game of hide and seek with my emotions; tying my mind in silly knots of "does he really like me?" And compelling me to demonstrate my earnest desire in performance.
Yet, we are grown ass adults experienced adults at that! We should be well beyond anticipation - but the feeling is palpable -...
There is a moment in each day when I am filled with the sunshine of your memory. It cascades as a gentle blanket, basking me with the warmth of your embrace.
There is a moment in each night when the memory of your tenderness and the bliss of your love making is as overwhelming and invigorating as a drink from the fountain of youth containing the elixir of life.
There is a moment within each moment when having experienced the full height and depth and length and breadth of you; elevates me to a crescendo of euphoric wonder . . . A wonder which transcends mere mortal...
The night harbors a sound deep within her breast ..... it whispers of love and passion and desire and longing. It resonates amidst the somber angling of the full moon. It's brilliance dazzles as a diamond cluster, hanging in the black bosom of the night.
The night harbors a sound deep within her soul ..... it echoes a need swirling and churning - awakening with every encounter of the essence of her desire. It smiles behind secret thoughts of you ... perhaps a rendezvous of holding hands, of subtle embraces, of tender kisses.