Come
Come
Come
Come
my hands are cold,
my feet are numb,
I’ve been waiting for you to come.
Listen to the rhythmic sound of the drum,
it is summoning you to come,
come and minster to my blazing soul,
and help me achieve my dancing goal.
Leap beyond the shadows of death,
and purge me with your mystical breath,
tear off my sleepless gown,
and cool me down with your powerful sound.
Follow the sound of the drums and come,
If you don’t come I will be undone,
thousands of them surround the gate,
come before it's too late.
Moan
groan
wiggle and scream,
entrance me in your solitary dreams.
pull out your dangling whistle
stretch my body,
breath upon my throbbing flesh,
and captivate me in your powerful net.
Release your knob and come,
shoot me with your inflated gun,
I have waited for this eternal bliss,
but something stands amiss.
©2013 Christine Phillips
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