(bad poetry alert)
my muscles are tight
as I wait for the day to end
in the long tense hours
patience becomes a friend
as I picture you waiting
I count the minutes till we'll meet again
and I'll be laid bare for you
I spend my hours reminiscing
your touch inspires sighs
I close my eyes and feel your kisses
my hands drift to my thighs
the minutes turn to hours
my only thoughts are of tonight
when I will be laid bare for you
I come home in a daze
the weight of the world melts away
you greet me in silence
as you touch me, I sway
within minutes, I'm there
my body and soul yours to claim
I am laid bare for you
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