Wanting

[beentoolong]

I sit here, in this damned motel room.................... I think of her.....



The match is struck and darkness gone,
the outline of her shape beyond

Across the room I see her glow
So anxious now, her thoughts to know

So needing her to come to me
And save my sense of destiny

I'd rather once to be right here
Than daily have another near

And so I move , make body go
Toward the one I've wanted so
She comes to me, sweet, warm embrace
Soft candlelight upon her face.

And time stands still , the painting set
The moment locked
Two hearts have met.

God I wish she would come....I've wanted her for so very long..........