Waiting For My Girl
I await your entry through our red door.
I know you will be stunning as before.
Your sexy dress will be metallic blue.
It will suit you completely, any hue.
I adore everything about my wife.
She breathes youth into me, allows me life.
She’s coming, how I can’t wait to see her.
Her entry, the power, is quite the blur.
The beauty that emanates, takes my breath.
If she wasn’t my girl, I’d fall from death.
I walk over, grab her waist, and kiss her.
Passion flows between us like none other.
We now walk together out the front door,
To a night of pure romance near the shore.
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Catie Lindsey's "Narratives" contest
2/21/2012
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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