My Angel
The Sun is setting and I
am still waiting on that
one thing to appear at
my door – love.
Time passes almost slyly
and thus my patience is
ebbing, like a river coming
to a stand-still in the freezing
cold winter where ice crystals
form.
The bell chimes a spine-chilling
sound making me jump and run
towards the source, curious to
find out the cause.
I turn a key that shines brightly
and there you are, my angel, standing
in front of me giving a heart warming
smile; your eyes shimmer like stars.
My heart beats almost hungrily wishing
for your hands to touch my virgin skin.
My mind is racing not knowing what to do
but still I invite you in wondering what
will happen next.
Time seems to stop with every word
you speak, they enter my ears like
tranquil music.
Suddenly we embrace releasing
love and affection in to the
once lonely air.
Waves of pleasure surround
our bodies like water in
the sea crashing against
cliffs.
We become one in this once
dark and lonely place;
love servers the tie between
our once long forgotten souls.
For you, my angel, are my
one true source of comfort
and serenity.
Dedicated to: Stuart Patrick
Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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