I can only wonder

if I’ll blush or cry

when I finally see you 

while I sit and ponder 

as to why

the Lord went beyond

 and above 

his unwavering pond

 of love

before picking    

        You for me….

For when I’ll finally glance

unto the brown 

depths of your irises, 

while your cloudy 

rays of ecstacy

delude your smile

from eluding my lips;

my hands

and fingertips

sunbathing your hips

while gently

caressing

 a fondled heap

o’ a round of applause

I will then pause

and hold enclosed

your succulent lip

between the qualms

of an elegant leap

   of my word-smitten,

              tounge-bitten snog

as my heartbeat

slips a whisper

unto the streams

of your heart-streets,

              reading:

“I’m ready to always

miss you

both when I’m with

or away from you…

so that no matter how far

my hug

may be away from yours

    My feelings for you 

     may never ever subside…”