I was waiting for you
you knew that I would
sit here and bide my time
until you arrived
I have no choice
addicted to your smell
your feel, your groove
It's like butter, baby
and I try not to melt but
the sound of your voice
hardens the sensitive and
softens the firm
The remainder of this poem, and all other poems posted in September 2006 can be found at Discover Kai Poetry, Cherished Beginnings. Order your free* copy today.
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Monday, September 18, 2006
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