My Man At A Perfect Time... Poem by Inner Whispers

(Thursday, November 13,2008)

I woke up and found you at my desktop,
Full of patience, waiting for me to pop;
As I type my greetings then you type back,
To greet me and assure me, you waited patiently with lOve.

I know I would meet more from where I may go,
But my mind and heart is set for one thing, I know;
One day, at perfect time, we would lay ourselves,
Into soft bushes and bed of satin we wish to play...

Beloved man, at a perfect time,
Perfect music with rhythm so fun;
We hold each other's hand, walk and leap,
To the valley of lOve, makin' lOve, make it sweet!

And in that perfect time, we can sing, we can say,
Done, done, done, 'I'm your's Hon, I'm ylours';
Own me, sweep me with your arms, carry me, embrace me, kissin' me,
As this song fades, 'till moans and screams can only be heard!