waiting

Why oh why must we wait? The pounding of the heart, the ticking of the clock. Drip of the faucet and turn of the lock. Where did you go? I haven't a clue what to do now that you never come through that door anymore.

Here I'll be waiting.

Seems to me to be truly free I mustn't wait so. But having the time, nary a dime and I'm willing to wait some m-o-r-e more.


Signing off, The Sexy Moderate