waiting . . .

Waiting....

To feel your love on my skin completely awed with the extasy of your love making hands on my soul.

I miss the kiss of your Spirit on my forehead, captured in a moment in time but lasting for eternity.

The bliss of looking into your eyes and watching time escape us, propelling us into a place not defined with time only space for more opportunity for me to experience your love.

I seize each moment your eyes look into mine.  Each moment bringing me to tears from the simple thought of why me?

What did I do to deserve a love so pure, a love that holds my heart with care leaving an imprint on my soul.

My heart yearns for every second of my day to be filled with your passionate kisses, your fear destroying hugs and your orgasmic touches that make me a victim to this love.

I am weak.

I can't fight the everlasting feeling that you have cleansed my being with; fear no longer is my master.

No longer can I be afraid to wrap my arms around this love, to initiate the first kiss, to experience the bliss of freely falling in love with you.

Waiting...

Now I realize the love that I have been waiting for has been waiting for me all along.

I willingly give you my all.

I love you God.

 

~Dove Sister Janelle Guy~