Waiting, Hoping, Wishing...

I keep waiting, hoping, watching... wishing for that moment of hope to elope from that sweet opening
in between those stunning lips...
In each breath there's a depth that's inept at describing the perfect way you see right through this shield that I clearly yield imperfectly
You don't try, and I don't mind
but I find that the kind of attention you provide, forces my brain and my body to collide in such creative, and disruptive tides,
that moments escape me....
hell, they overtake me... 
You over take me....
I would give an eternity
and be eternally subservient
to whatever deviant god you worship.
Just to own it
one moment
of your precious time. 
And oh how that one moment would be sublime,
with you at my side admiring me
the way I admire you.
When the only thing to do
is to appreciate the fleeting second
that can resurrect a direct and longing connection,
with no specific direction,
and no need for course correction.
A moment of perfection. 
Followed immediately by recession
A dying obsession,
a faded impression,
A fluttering compression of pressure in all the right intersections of an erect section of my mind. 
A place I never knew, I had to find. 
A place I never knew,
I had, to find,
I want your body to embody me while your mind mistifies me ,
and our energies
and physical bodies intensify
in a roller coaster ride of subtle lows, and voracious highs.
Where dreams and reality collide
and there's no space, no time...
simply rythm,
and rhyme.
Where our rythms intersect and inject orgasmic caticlysms, that dance on hymns of delight sung out with each... long.... gasping... breath.
And still,
the temptation to breath succeeds to the temptation to touch,
and you no longer care about air because the air that was there, no longer compares, it just simply isn't enough.. 
Where every moment is the first moment
And every moment is the last moment
And in that moment we will be the only thing that we need to be....
I will be with you
And you will be with me
I keep waiting, hoping, watching... wishing for that moment of hope to elope
from that sweet opening
in between those stunning lips.