Originally posted June 28, 2007 on DeviantArt

I wait here for the call that will possibly set me free.

I wait here for the touch that tells me what I need.

I wait here for the voice to tell me that I am truly there.

I wait here for the sound of his whisper in my ear.

I wait here for the feel of his body against mine.

I wait here for the chance to see it all.

I wait here for the ability to make it real.

I wait here for the end, and knowing it isn’t truly over.

I wait here for the beginning and realize I have passed it by.

Why do I wait?

Why do I wonder?

When will I know?

When will I hear?

When will I feel?

When will it be real?

When will it become the end of the beginning?

When will it become the beginning of the end?

I will know when I feel his touch, taste his skin, feel his skin, and hear his whispers.

I will know when to begin and when to end.

I will know why, how, when, and where.

Now the question is…..

Will he?