He looks so lost….helpless
Looking everywhere at everyone but me.
He slowly steals a look at me, gauging my mood;
I could careless,or so he interprets and off he goes
To sit on his own and stare.
I really can’t help it…’am not mad at him…but
I have not found the sweet spot yet again
He must wait for me to get back to that place…that,
Triggers and ignites that want.
It heralds warmth,desire, passion and romance.
Right now it’s dry and can’t be kindled…no spark
I am not just into it, a lot on my mind.
But…There is hope.
A bright light in the tunnel
My love will radiate once more.
My passion will be all encompassing…
Fired up, raging, ravaging and will devour the object of my love.
© Amaka Paul 2016