Wait (from Dec., 2017)

When feel of sexual heat the spirit’s musings meet,

With soul and body blending into one,

Explicitness of speech

Too hard may try to reach

The essence of an act which must be done.

Words, words, words get in the way

Of a passion in its play

Till spirit, mind and body strain apart.

Patience, then, says, “Wait,

Contained be till that date

When looks and hugs and lips throb heart to heart.

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