What A Waste

sometimes
i think it is a waste of time
spending it here
with you,

i am lost in my thoughts
where to go after this
what to do from here

somehow
the wasted hours
fade
in this
ecstasy

forgetting you is an impossibility
i am hooked to love you
this lust is a reality
your lips your breasts
your thighs
the smell of your sweat
the sweetness of your voice
enthralled
i am your slave waiting
for the further instructions
of your hands.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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