EXPECTATIONS

Hold on my love...

dream on my skin touching your lips

imagine your skin burning in mine

feel our bodies melting in one another.

Hold on my love...

Rush is an enemy of feeling

and dreams are the rainbows of surrender.

My heart feels your arrival

My skin hungers for your touch

but I've learned to hold on.

Expectations lost in the wind

caress my body,

and I'm sure its you

thinking about me

dreaming about us.

©Graça Costa

                                                                 Elena Shastina