. . . ANTICIPATION . . . If ever should these waiting lips, Touch softly on your face; They'll leave a trail of passion, Time never will erase. For they have waited for so long, And hungered for your touch; Ached with anticipation, From wanting you so much. If ever should these empty arms, Be filled with loving you; You'll never want another, Each time will be brand new. For I have waited for so long, And longed to feel your touch; Ached with anticipation, From wanting you so much. If ever should these hands of mine, Across your body linger; You'll know the heat of my desire, With the touch of every finger. For they have waited for so long, And hungered for your touch; Ached with anticipation, From wanting you so much. If ever should my body, Lay touching yours alone; As we explore each other, Like two souls coming home. For I have waited for so long, And longed so for your touch; Ached with anticipation, From wanting you so much Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1996 ~ All Rights Reserved