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What are you waiting for?
A waking sigh slips, past sleepy pouted lips.
Stretches start from hips, to toes and fingertips.
Tingles travel through, the being that is you.
Rippling whence it grew, a sweet warming brew.
Blue eyes part slow, giving me their glow.
Butterflies then grow, as that is all we know.
Days may come and end, leaving like a friend.
In our arms we spend, all that time will lend.
Once I stood still waiting,
holding heart in hand.
A thousand fears creating,
a hole in which I stand.
Is fire worth sedating,
or giving to demand?
A feeling liberating,
from poverse unto grand.
It is intimidating,
or even only bland.
Only no mistaking,
you own me by brand.
