8/05/2009
Sweaty palms
Pacing, tracing my steps
Reminiscing on my brain sex
Uncertain
Each kiss each caress
Each breath from my chest
Deep
Breathe deep
Still waiting
Each pause more torturous than the rest
Is it too soon
Did we move too fast
Did I allow escalated temperatures dictate my past
Confident or not I chose this race
Have I practiced enough…can I keep up this pace
Anticipation has definitely concurred my best
I can’t hold it any longer
I can’t let it rest
Patience is the professor’s name
If I can’t pass his quiz how can I win this game
Each squirm, each motion makes time grow longer
But I won’t move
I will stay here and wonder
Until each reader and writer who writes
Delivers their thoughts
After they’ve molested mine.
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I love how you question if you can pass the quiz, which causes you to question whether you can win the game. Molestation of mind in progress... "Refuse"
ReplyDeleteWow...that is brilliant! Go head Mya!
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