MIDNIGHT

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    MIDNIGHT

    LAYING IN BED THINKING OF WHAT TO DO TO PAST THE TIME BY UNTIL MIDNIGHT WEN I WILL BE WITH YOU.....LOOKIN AT THE CLOCK ITS ONLY 10P.M TIME SEEMS TO GO SO SLOW AS IF IT KNOWS THAT I WANT TO BE WITH HIM GETTIN UP TO WALK DOWN STAIRS WHEN SUDDENLY BEHIND ME I FEEL A WARM BREATH OF AIR A FAMILIAR FEELING I HAVE WHEN IM WITH HIM THE WARMTH OF THE WAY HE TOUCHES ME SENDS MY FEELINGS INTO A FANTASY WORLD OF EXCTASY BUT QUICKLY TURNING AROUND NOBODY IS THERE CONTINUING TO WALK THRU MY ROOM THE SILIENCE IN THE ROOM BREAKS AND VOICES APPEAR AND THE SOUND OF HIM IN MY EAR THE SENSATION OF HIM HOLDING ME TIGHT WHISPERING IN MY EAR I CANT WAIT TILL MIDNIGHT ONCE AGAIN TURNING AROUND AND COMEIN TO REALITY I SEE THAT THERE IS NOBODY IN THE ROOM BUT ME LOOKING AT THE CLOCK IT IS ALREADY AT THE 11TH HOUR SO TO TRY AND CALM MY EMOTIONS I GET IN THE SHOWER STANDING LETTING THE WARMTH OF THE STEAM SURROUND ME I FEEL SOMETHIN COME UP BEHIND ME THE CARESS OF HIS LIPS TO MY BACK THE TINGLE OF HIS TOUNGE TO MY NECK THE DISTINCTIVE WAY HIS HANDS GO THRU MY HAIR I OPEN MY EYES AND TURN TO FIND NOBODY THERE NOW FEELING MELANCHOLY ABOUT MY WONDERING MIND AND REACCURING FANTASIES I GO BACK TO MY ROOM AND LOOK AT MY CLOCK 11:58, 11:59 NOW FINALLY IT IS 12 O'CLOCK THE ALARM GOES OFF MY EYES OPEN AND I SIT UP AND REALIZE THAT I HAVE BEEN ASLEEP THOU MY THOUGTHTS SEEM SO REAL I GO DOWN STAIRS AND ONCE AGAIN I SUDDENLY FEEL A BREATH OF AIR I THINK TO MY SELF WAT A NIGHT BUT TURNING AROUND I SEE HIM SAYIN TOLD U I WOULD BE HERE AT MIDNIGHT..........

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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