This Patience Game



Kiss my lips again.
Light my fire.
With those words you were speaking.
My desire shows
And no I’m not leaking…
That’s me wanting to
Touch me there.
It’s like you knew exactly when I would cave.
What I would do.
What I would say.
Like nothing I mentioned means anything.
This patience game.
Sweat, pressing foreheads and..
Gentle whispers that turn into moans…
Only if it’s right.
Night or the morning.
Baby do it right.
This patience game.
If you leave my presence,
I’ll go crazy.
Steadily checking…for this time again.
I know there was something
More than anything.
This patience game.
We play.

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