Look Into The Mirror
She sat in the dark, Waiting by a window, Longing for him, Lost in lonely sorrow. She hears The key in the lock, The creak of the door, The step of his walk. Her breath quickens; Awaiting his touch, The sound of his breath, The heat of his voice. He is standing behind her, She feels his breath. He waits for her. Waiting For her breath to fall into sync. With each breath, His energy flows thru her channels, Tension slowl...