At The End... Poem by Dislocated Heart

There she was... stood infront.. bare and all..
she was ready.. why was I holding bak?

Something in my mind just knew it wasnt quite time..
her touch gentle like feathers..
her kisses like honey.. sweetest of the sweets..
her hair, spead across the bed... scent of heavenly angels..
I felt her touch.. as if for the first time..
laid on top.. she moved slow.. taking her time.

but at the end.. all I wanted was her by myside..