Waiting

I’m waiting
here, breathless
slightly hopeless
waiting for something
I don’t know what
wine trickles through my veins
leaves me warm
contented
I can wait here
for something
maybe your voice
or your  breath on my ear
your kiss on my neck
your hands on my-
anywhere
I can wait
until darkness falls
and it all goes to hell.

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