I Wait©

I wait for the essence of mountain dew

To drip on our flesh

As we make love on the deck

Bodies rocking

As the board makes noises

Begging us to cum

So that it can rest in peace

I wait

For the rivers to run deep

as we go deep beneath

what we feel

falling freely just to be

in space and time

complete us

I wait for the touching of fingers

Like the sun waits for morning to lighten clouds

Fingertips on lips

Eager for long last kisses that we miss

I wait for lingering kisses along necks

As we explore each other

Like an artist with paints

As we sing melodies

And whisper secrets

Only we share

I wait for the ripping of sheets

And the slaps on ass

To create the sound that we make

As we fuck our way to heaven

Marking walls

Screaming on top of our lungs

Because we don’t give a fuck

I wait for the night to end

As we cuddle without words

Embracing the moment

Until I wait again 

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson