It shall come!
The rhythmic excitement.
The pound, pound,
pounding of the drums!
The upbeat tempo.
The bomb, bomb,
bombing of the bass!
As I run, I fly, I flee.
Thump goes the beat!
Up and down goes my feet.
It shall come this excitement it shall.
I like the mornings and how the cool breeze rushes in.
I like how it caresses me and makes me think of you.
I like how that it’s quiet and I’m deep in my thoughts.
I’m thinking of your warm hands
The day calls me and I’m lulled into it.
I look longingly at the reminisce of the morning.
Peek myself off my bed and begin.
Reds, blues and pink.
Sweet and free.
Popping in your mouth.
Trickles down your chin.
Firing flavors that tickles my skin.
And just what I need.