She Waits
Waiting...
for your strong arms
wrapped around me
Your breath warm
on the back of my neck
Waiting...
for your mouth
A gentle kiss
teasing lips
for your strong arms
wrapped around me
Your breath warm
on the back of my neck
Waiting...
for your mouth
A gentle kiss
teasing lips
pressed against mine
Waiting...
for you to walk
into the room
and smile
Waiting...
for you to walk
into the room
and smile
You make
my heart dance
Waiting...
to hear your voice
whisper my name
calling softly
Waiting...
to hold your hand
in mine
fingers entwined
Waiting...
to cup your face
in my hands
Waiting...
to hear your voice
whisper my name
calling softly
Waiting...
to hold your hand
in mine
fingers entwined
Waiting...
to cup your face
in my hands
so close
I can feel your pulse
Don't forget me
I'm waiting...
Angela Minard 2010©
I'm waiting...
Angela Minard 2010©
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8 Comments:
This is an interesting poem especially since you talk so much about your fear of being sexually abused, yet you can write about something so intimate and sexual. An odd balance of fear and desire.
Nice work, I like it!
Superman
Just because someone has been sexually abused doesn't mean that they can't feel desire or want something physical and intimate. I'm learning to not cut myself off from my emotions and feelings because for a long time that is what I've done. I've also had to learn how to trust people. I can still feel those things and want those things, so it is not a stretch for me to write about it.
Interesting. Confusing. Perplexing.
Very beautiful Angela, you have such a talent
Thank you Ann:) I'm always so glad when you stop by. <3
Superman...have I turned you into a poetry lover?
Very well done, Angie, as always :)
I especially love these lines:
"Waiting...
to cup your face
in my hands
so close
I can feel your pulse"
Love it!
Awww, thanks Nicole:-) Hope you are having a good week!
Sending you all my love, and a big hug<3<3<3
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