I told you that I'm no good at waiting
Something in my childhood touches me there
The slow moments spent anticipating
Knowing what happens in the time we share.
How, far away, in some dark night you stand
Inside the cold of winter all on fire
Feeling the pleasure of a mouth and hand
That flick the gentle flames of your desire.
And I wait here for you to come to me
Knowing that every second makes it clear
That you have stopped along the way and he
Is feeling what it's like to hold you near.
I wait and wait for when you will arrive
And know just how it feels to be alive.
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