She Waits For Him
I waited for him to come,
I could feel the aching
hallow inside of me,
yet I trembled in fear
at the thought of his fingers
upon my skin,
would the burning desire
engulf my soul
my heart chard to ashes,
my skin smoldering?
Or would I be turned to stone,
frozen, paralyzed in awe,
my need so great
the weight of it
keeps me anchored,
my throat tig
She Waits For Him
I waited for him to come,
I could feel the aching
hallow inside of me,
yet I trembled in fear
at the thought of his fingers
upon my skin,
would the burning desire
engulf my soul
my heart chard to ashes,
my skin smoldering?
Or would I be turned to stone,
frozen, paralyzed in awe,
my need so great
the weight of it
keeps me anchored,
my throat tig
