Sitting on the doorstep of anticipation

 
sitting on the doorstep of anticipation
 

Is there a sensory light?
She asked me – while I was still sitting on the doorstep of anticipation –
Peering into the soul of a cat – thought about how it would be. – ..
To forever escape the realist doctrine –
Coming – no way touched the truth. –
And then how do you interpret the difference between-
Sensual and natural light?
And yours figurative –
Purpose which shine from the eye –
To hide behind the curiosity can not –
I said come on baby beautiful eyes –

You and me today from early morning
So somehow simply put –
Very itchy lips mmm –
I’d like to try at least
His lips upon your body –
Prove that a kiss is an expression
Interior design and symptom –
Condition, not performance – one of the inner world
that for you in my heart stature

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7 thoughts on “Sitting on the doorstep of anticipation

  1. The Other Side of Ugly December 23, 2012 at 16:28 Reply

    If you want to know if they love you so…it’s in their kiss…

  2. Stefania December 4, 2012 at 18:04 Reply

    Very nice poem Stefan! Last stanza reached my soul! Thank you so much!
    Have a wonderful evening! Stefania fondly! 🙂

  3. sakuraandme December 4, 2012 at 12:25 Reply

    I loved it! *smiling* …..Paula x

  4. pennycoho December 4, 2012 at 00:20 Reply

    This is an excellent post Stefan. All aspects of the conversation. Fascinating.and wonderful my friend ~ Penny

    • Stefan (maxima) December 4, 2012 at 06:08 Reply

      thank my dear friend Penyy , I’m proud of your words to you. you continue to read your Maximau

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