Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
Desire - Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
I desire you more then food or drink my body, my senses, and my mind hunger for your taste.
I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to the entire world. I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you a little acknowledgment.
As my desire for you grows stronger with each day passing I still sit and wonder if you have seen me, if you know who I am.
I desire you; I hunger for you, and I cry out for you, and still I sit in a desire silence for you.
You can’t see the forest thought the trees it is almost as if you have blinders on. As a great poet once wrote, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and beneath & Height my soul can reach.
I love thee to the level of every day’s, my quiet need by sun and candlelight's.
Yet my desires still have not touched the outer layer of your skin.
You have not seen what a bit of desire can do to you nor have you I.D. me as I sit and wait with my soul and heart desiring you.
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