Waiting a wanting

Waiting a wanting

I wonder if he thinks about me
Do I sit on his mind and give him frustration because my hands aren't laying on his chest tonight.
Our worlds collide off of ripples of curiosity and fear woven together tightly like love and deeply in love with just the color of his chocolate skin I grin just because
like the blossoms of first love he makes me giddy like I've never had a first crush
it was and only has been him
And I look at him and wonder does he ever see me staring
Wanting his touch reading his eyes believing that one day his night will mixed with my walnut skin
Let's taste what we will create together.
I had a vision of you and me getting old together
Sitting on seats that if can speak can tell our lives
our happiest moments and darkest
Or children's first of first Evers
Our arguments or children's childish lies and sunrises
Sunsets dinners and family reunions
Us old and gray looking and admiring the day
Speaking on God graces and provision of long life and beauty.
You and I holding hands because we know God gave us a good life
And we are still madly and graciously inlove
We still speak with just our eyes and you tell me you love me everyday when you look at me and I still get giddy like a first crush stare back and wonder how I was blessed to just have seen you.