Faraway
Faraway
Somewhere in the faraway, a lonesome whistle wails
Underneath the moonless night, of dark and cloudy veils
She turns to watch his slumber.
Unaware of her distractions, peaceful in his sleep
She thinks about the secrets, her slippery fingers keep
And her soft breath catches.
Touching first herself then onto her lips, she bends to kiss the man
Aching for his roughened hand, to finish what she began
But he dreams on.
She sings of herself in the darkness, her sweet-sweet melody
Her gentle hands filling in the notes, of her lonely ecstasy
She cries out softly.
Somewhere in the faraway, the lonesome whistle sighs
Underneath the moonless night, her hands tucked in her thighs
She finds her peace.
Katylove© 2009
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