Virgin Lips
I should be asleep, but can I.
I know once consiousness fades from me, my dreams will be sweet.
Will they bring her closeness,
will they bring her heated breath.
I am so anxious, I see my innocence slipping away.
Do I say so what?
If I end up broken, the blame would fall upon me.
I should not rush.
I try not to, but this is this is this.
For the marrow brings a test.
Take one step at a time, I'm in no hurry to finnish this journy.
I want to savor every moment of it,
like a fine wine, I am drunk already.
In one days time,
nolonger will I wear virgin lips.
I quiver in anticipation.
I must steady myself into sleep
to dream, even tho not as sweet
will tide me untill next we meet.
Joshua S. Bell
icbod@spy.net