let me just get to the point- i'm tired of waiting
my lips are lonely- they're hungry and awaiting the chance for exercise
my tongue has done nothing but talk away the hours- it's waiting to sing the melodies of your taste
my eyes patiently awaiting to look over your body between long sets of passionate darkness
my hands, waiting to rub any where you'll let them, fingers combing through your hair
and my body- pulsating with desire to be taken, taught what it means to give into the physical state of love