November Sun

Time moves by accordingly, although it feels like a thousand years have past.
I yearn for the pleasant warmth, waiting beneath your precious fingertips.
Anticipation flows throughtout my veins, time keeps ticking by.
Your voice gives me an ectasy high, temporarily fading away time's tedious pace.
My impatience grows intolerant, I feel incomplete without your amorous touch.
How much longer will I have to wait to be in the presence of my beloved?
Each sunrise holds much wanted faith, to the realization of another passing day.
But as the sun reaches its midday end, I slip into my manic coma;
Where the seconds taunt me with there sluggish movement;
And I'm forced to wait longer for my heart's much needed dose of bliss.
The day my life will begin again, with just a minute spent engulfed in your fervent kiss.