“Where Is He”

She lays there

on this hot day

naked on her bed

on her mind

the man she awaits

 

French doors flung open wide

what breezes there are

she does invite

runs her hands on body warm

and thinks of him

his hands touching her

that delights her so

 

She awaits him

where is he

don’t sleep she says

in case I miss him

he comes and goes

from where he is

in the sky

waiting for her

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on ““Where Is He”

    1. Wishful thinking Opher!! Actually I had a Teacher, I mentioned her to you before, but for her I would not have had my love for books, she used to tell me I had good imagination.

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