on the wings of waking hours adrift in thoughts he’s the only one that can fill the vacancies of this mind lingering in the essence that he has become i tremble from depths within my soul i can feel his fingers tracing the edges of my existence his every breath rising with anticipation in whispers against flesh my pulse racing against the thrusts of time climaxing on the folds of night where dreams bring his kiss to awaiting lips ( simple bus scribbles)