Love Light

How many tics of the tocs, love?
How many more sunlit hours must I succumb to prior to embracing your lovely essence?
Why do the clouds seem to get stagnant at noon? Is it because I stare at the sky with such great anticipation?
My wicked heart yearning ever more, with its seamlessly endless angst. Drowned out with passion-filled to it's peaks of burning lust.
Like my inner thighs, forever drawn inward with desire.
How many more sunlit rooms before our eyes are met by our moon and it's twilight which soothes,
And we are able to sneak away (high atop the world and it's dismays)
Back into our cocoon of perfect love where we are free to let go of all that troubles us?
I count the shadows of the tic and the tic casted by each hand on the clock
Awaiting earnestly for yet another rendevouz with you, the stars, and the Love Light of the moon.