Waiting at night

I can hardly wait to see you.
Tomorrow seems so far away,
and here it is almost 2 am,
and I'm up,....
......... thinking of you.
Waiting.

Sometimes I can barely stand it.
I hate not being able to hold you at night,
tight in my arms.
You are amazing.
You are my light.
You are the woman I want to be with always.

Sometimes, more often when we're apart and I'm alone thinking about you and contemplating life, I wonder how things progressed to this point. Othertimes, I look at you and I know immediately how it happened. By the way, that instant validation that tells me life is grand because you're in it comes just as easily when I close my eyes and see you as it does when they're open and you're with me.

I want you,
in so many ways.
Be with me in
all those ways.
I will wait.

I know we both have responsibilities. I know you've said love and I know I've said love. And I know when we both weep those tears of love, they're out of happiness sometimes that we're together, in each other's lives. And yet I know that sometimes those tears are out of sadness that we must be apart for a while longer. I just want you to know,..... as if you don't already....

You have me.
You have my mind.
You have my attention.
You have my cock.
You have my love.
You have,..... me.