I Am
I trembled when I touched him
I drank his every kiss
His body right beside me
Is what I really miss.
The longing and the waiting
Of him to come to me
The harsh anticipating
Diving into his sea
Of love and all that’s present
I can reach out and feel
And knowing that he is waiting
To nuture and to shield.
Copyright © Joanne Carty | Year Posted 2009
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