Time for Love ( Eve’s thoughts)

Hours, Minutes, Seconds to count
Days, weeks, months, years to cherish.

My Clock somehow just stopped ticking

and i got lost in a trance. Love doesn’t call or text.
For the duff of technology strains my ears and hurts

my fingers. I don’t need 5 minutes with you like a fugitive

trespassing through foreign lands- running away from the law.

Love, do not give me the hush and mush in the

heat of the moment. An electric varnishing lost

in a hug. A sweet kiss, tasteful yet almost forgettable.
A sexy embrace between the sheets, pulsating emotions lost

through the throngs of passion tainted and betrayed by the clock.

Do not hug me for 5 minutes like fleeing whore

but for an hour, a deep embrace as your woman.

Do not kiss me for 10 minutes in haste like a cheating

stooge but for 2 hours, lost in a deep kiss as your lover.

Do not make love to me for 20 minutes in panic like a dive

in hay with an escort but for the whole night as your Wife.

Do not love me with one foot out of the door afraid of who

might be watching, hesitant, scared, mixed feelings and

selfish but with your whole heart, soul, body and mind for

i’m the woman that you love.

Do not pass by to see me darling, but instead spend time with me.
Let’s talk and take walks side by side.
Let’s kidnap time, manipulate the clock and

control our time for love to last, to last.

Anytime is love time and i’m never too busy for you.
Don’t give me that busy signal.

Give me your time, your time darling.

Our time for love.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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