THE HOUR GLASS OF TIME

What is truly within time besides numbers with black markings with minutes and seconds and hours, that slowly yet silently pass through time yet it repeats itself time after time. Never standing still always moving like day when it turns into night, when the sun disappears from the sky and the moon reappears taking its place amongst the destine dark skies. Yet there are those times when time becomes precious as gold as we wait patiently, as the clock ticks and the sand globe empties itself grain by grain of sand minute by second and hour. For as we watch the movement of time to us it  doesn't really move, yet it still feels like yesterday when you last held someone tightly within your arms that someone in skin and flesh and blood. For as you silently await to have that moment of connectivity, you stare at the red rose with it's long stem covered with green leaves, still with an aroma scent of a fresh picked rose from the morning garden. So what truly comes to mind when it comes to time. As you think of her or him as you wait patiently for your QUEEN YOUR WOMAN, your KING YOUR MAN TO FINALLY RETURN, TO THE DEEPNESS OF YOUR LOVING ARMS AND GENTLE EMBRACE OF LOVE AND AFFECTION WITH DEVOTION. AS WE EACH GIVE OURSELVES A LOVING, AND CARING SOFT KISS UPON OUR LIPS AS WE SLOWLY TONGUE GRIND AND KISS.