Musings by The Poet Loriet
Proof of Life
You say you want me,
can't wait until we
can make love again.
I need more than words
this time.
Saturday night,
I'm running away to
St. Louis and you
need to come with me.
Park the limousine
out front and we'll
run away together,
just me and you and
an imagination
called Blue.
I need proof of life,
to feel your beating heart
with my own fingers
and taste your sweat
as it trickles
down your lips.
Claim me.
I'll meet you
at The Arch
where we can join
as one.
It is time.
Lori Beal
can't wait until we
can make love again.
I need more than words
this time.
Saturday night,
I'm running away to
St. Louis and you
need to come with me.
Park the limousine
out front and we'll
run away together,
just me and you and
an imagination
called Blue.
I need proof of life,
to feel your beating heart
with my own fingers
and taste your sweat
as it trickles
down your lips.
Claim me.
I'll meet you
at The Arch
where we can join
as one.
It is time.
Lori Beal
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Proof of Life
Proof of Life