At My Window, I Wait For Love

Black and white two beautiful shadows in the night I am waiting on mine in my window, I wait for thee once the clock strikes one am then two, then three I feel a deep rush within like a wave hitting the sand where are you? I am waiting the thought of your lips so close to mine wrapping me, in a bind your love your spirit of love enslaves me in secret chains nowhere to leave to but wait here for you in my window, I wait for thee the cold, old house creeks the hush of my sleeping dwellers I dare not speak your name into existence until I see your form creeping, slowly toward me, boldly like a lion stalking its prey circling my heart, ready to pounce covertly crawling your body onto my woven nest of wool and feathers you whisper, "How I have missed the taste of you" my body has ached for such familiarity waiting with the moon for you to return to me in my window, I waited for thee Silent solitude no more my window is my lovers door hold me in such tender embrace no second of tonight available to waste his hands trace my body like a painter with his brush the moon casts a silver glow over our warm naked bodies fingertips graze my lips gently, as if glass that can break "pull my hair" I tell him all my waiting, I want him to give me all that I can take every winter kiss he plants on my back feels like frostbite the clock strikes 5 beats too soon as we watch the silent moon shine over our love in the window I waited for thee Migrate into the darkness from this cold dark mansion only to return tomorrow a warm kiss to keep you warm into the night in which you came for me midnight madness will strike again tomorrow, in my window, I wait for Love...