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By hopelessromantic Date: 2003 Feb 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.25.22.36.4888]] |
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Sweet stranger.....you knock upon my door. We chat, then the call......minutes to hours. You tell me of your joys, your pains and of your dreams. We meet.......nervously at first, but then it's comfortable like an old friend. You seem to know me.......we are so much alike. Playfulness.......leads to the kiss.....sweet and passionate......you draw me in. I lie beside you.......you hold me close. You whisper the words I long to hear. When you part.......how I long for your kiss... your touch.......you tell me of your love for me. How you miss my embrace.....the touch of your hand upon my face. The days pass by......you call...you need me to listen to your frustrations of the day. To be needed........what a thought. Yearning for you touch, your kiss..... How you long to feel my kiss wet upon your lips. Anticipation.....the days can not pass by quickly enough......my heart races for soon I shall feel your embrace......to taste you again....sweetness upon my lips. Alas my love.......face to face....my arms embrace you. I see your face........not one that I recognize. I hear the words, but none that ring of the love you once sung. We go through the motions........the conversation as dry as the wine. The words roll off our tongues as bitter as the morning frost. Where is the friend that needed me so? Is this the image of a voice from long ago? A shell? An outer appearance of what I once adored? Again we part........not same as the last.... I feel as you are but a ghost of the past. You call, but not you........I am but a stranger again. |