Put On Hold
You’re love for me, once wild and free, you seem to put on hold
The time not right, in day or night, your arms will not enfold
I’m left to feel the pain so real of being left alone
While deep inside at eventide desire starts to roam
My heart astress filled with distress at thoughts of pleasures passed
Where passion burned and your heart yearned to hold me safe and fast
The night aflame, unchaste, no shame, I laid bare all for you
Of every thrill you got your fill and tasted honeyed dew
Romanced the night till morning light, our lust we’d consummate
Then quick repast to help us last, new whims to satiate
We’d kiss and sigh and reach the high of passion’s trembling peak
And reach as one and come undone and lie there spent and weak
But now on hold, these moments, gold, you’ve turned to endless wait
On hold, on hold, if truth be told, I crave this love to sate
So come to me, and let us be, in lovefest intertwined
Change that “on hold” and come be bold, to bed my body bind
Hold on to hips and taste the lips with honey sweet and wet
Unpause the time; taste the sublime, and love without regret
And as you lie, contented sigh, your head on pillowed breast
Your arms I'll hold, in mine, I'll fold, and let you dream and rest
Eileen Manassian
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