WaitingA Poem by John WaitsI've never wanted someone more. It kills me to have to wait.
It's in my head.
The times we've met.
I have tasted you and your so, so sweet. Snapshots embrace all my senses. Arousing every nerve. Waking my soul. I covet your touch, It resonates in my bones. Scenarios paint my canvas. My appetite brims. We've travelled so far. Only 100 yards to go. But it seems like miles today. It seems like miles today. © 2010 John WaitsReviews
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Added on August 15, 2010Last Updated on August 15, 2010 AuthorJohn WaitsPAAboutMore of an admirer of writing than a writer. I enjoy visuals arts, music, nature and all that life throws at me. To express your soul by whatever means is necessary. more..Writing
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