I watch the line of
your back as you wait for me, leaning against the door,
Knowing that I
watch,
Seeing the inherent grace in your every
feature,
So glad to be here, with you, from now
until whenever,
Knowing that I, for a time, have
Majesty in my arms,
Just watching you,
The line of your back, of your thighs,
The rhythm of your walk
All calling me in a voice I must
answer,
Wanting all that this view promises
And so much more.
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