I Will Be Waiting For Your Kisses

I will be waiting, waiting for your kisses at the shores where dreams once spurred reality, trailing the gentle breeze of my lonely nite to the streams where love splatters eternal bliss. I will be waiting, waiting for your kisses, blown from a distance beyond my reach, a place where only our feelings once survived, where moonlit rose hides under the scent of waves. Romantic thoughts of realistic moments when love looms in the endless escapades of unsealed lips and uncensored swirls. Alone I swim in the waters of wishes relishing the lips of love on my dark dimple as a starlight strand stole through the empty skies, and the whirlwind erode the soil at the seashore where the mist of your gaze roused sensual serenity. I will be waiting, waiting for your kisses, right here in the midst of somewhere, the broken flute still plays to grace our duet I hear the softening ripples of a dying love, as my arms against yours get colder and tender tweets fades into silence, as autumn's armour freezes my teardrops.