Seconds take hours,
Knots bind in my belly.
I distract myself with this and that,
Fluff and nonsense.
But memories linger and sometimes shout.
Words, fingers, lips,
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.
A duet so carefully crafted,
Time is all that separates us.
I anticipate. Yearn. And wait.
This silly poem was written in response to Wicked Wednesday. She always has the best prompts and keeps me writing.