Find Me Waiting 

When the sun goes down
And the moon 
Winks from behind the clouds
Find me waiting
In the feathered light of night
For the touch of your fingers
On my skin.

When the scent of longing
Fills the air
To the music of soft moans,
Find me waiting
In the heat of desire
For the taste of your passion
On my lips

When the touch of your hands
Leaves me aching
And my hunger for you overflows,
Find me waiting
For the flood of your need
'Cause I know you know what's
On my mind.



march 2007
Janet Reid





Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ March 5, 2007