Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
Poem To An Imaginary Friend - Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
When you awake this morning,
Take your head from off your bed,
Will you think of me, My Darling?
Will you clear me from your head?
Will you wish that I am with you?
Will you think of kissing me?
And hope that my thoughts are with you
And love all that I have said?
Will you come to love me slowly?
Will you wish that it was now?
Will you want to hold me boldly?
Will you write and tell me how?
Are your wants the same as mine dear?
Are your needs for me the same?
Will your kisses make me yearn for you?
As my wishes for you claim?
Will you phone me later today dear?
Will you whisper love's sweet thoughts?
Will you promise to become my lover?
And let our bodies together entwine
Into a passion far beyond thoughts
When your love entangles with mine.
Will the kindred spirit guide us?
Will the yearnings abate?
Will you soon be in this country?
Will we soon have our first date?
Will your heart beat faster my darling?
When you think of what you'll do to me?
Will you wish and feel my passion?
In the dreams you'll have of me?
Are the ways to our hearts fated?
Are the feelings just and real?
Or are they just words on paper?
In a world that is surreal?
Will your tenderness touch me?
In places yet to be found?
Will our lips upon each other
Cause pleasure and lust to abound?
Can we hope for a sensual relationship?
When will this happen to us?
My thoughts are forever abounding
Into passion and lust
For your body to hold in my hands dear,
For my touch to bring passion and love
For tenderness and feelings abound dear
For you to be here is a must.
Let my ramblings in verse for now end dear,
Let our love be roused within weeks
May your journey to me be soon, dear
And may the yearnings be what we both seek.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 21 July 2004
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