Delight By Your Hands

Delight by Your Hand
In Enigma Ever Standing,
Shapeless as My Dreams, Depending,
Lost in the Revels of this Shifting Mind,
Longing for Your Smile and Emotion in Kind,
When Waiting by the Restless Quay,
My Love to Express, Deliberately;
But not Before this Veil has Lifted,
Nor Until Mercurial Time has Shifted,
At Last to Stand in Breathless Wonder,
Gazing upon You in the Roiling Thunder
Of Delight by Your Hand.

~Morgan~
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