Counting the days until you again cross
the invisible border of your land to mine
patience is not a virtue with which I am blessed
but intolerance of my slow perception of time
all senses acute, tuned on to expectations
with two days to go, my mind in the south
the extreme yearning borders on insane
grappling hunger for your tongue in my mouth
there will be no border we will not cross
as I succumb to your devilish charms
be still my racing heart, two days to go until
I die the small death in your arms
feedback van andere lezers
once you crossed the border there's no turning back June...
killea: none whatsoever, Jan thanks
killea: Thank you, Noel appreciate your FB as always
you talking about real passion here,
borders are not easy to take sometimes,
killea: Thank you, Marc
Make it to the border...
killea: I will Greta, thank you for FB
killea: the current policy, thanks Liefie
A beauty!!! You discribe the border I often see June.
I hope I'll never cross....
killea: Thank you Jamal
zoals altijd graag gelezen
killea: thank you Kerry