Now Is not That Time

From the moment your eyes touch mine
you awaken my desire for a time
when i will be free to act
upon all that i'm feeling
but now is not that time...
for i prefer to see you
through eyes unclouded by the longings of my senses
to discover all that you are
free of the ties that can bind prematurely
and so i choose to retreat lightly
to neither awaken nor stir the flames of desire
and wait for a time when love's fire will illuminate
and not destroy... but now is not that time...

From the moment your hand touches mine
i close my eyes and pray for strength
letting feelings wash over me
that i should ignore
my flesh clinging to them for a moment
then relinquishing its hold
as my spirit gently reassures my heart
that there will be a time for languishing in love's rivers
but now is not that time...

From the moment that your spirit reaches for mine
and our silence screams louder than any words
making impetuous promises of tomorrow and lasting love
I dare to anticipate a moment when perhaps
after all is said and done we will be one
free to give to one another without any inhibitions
unfettered by torn consciences and unwise violations
perhaps there will come a time past this moment
when i will pour out my love for you and crown you with my caresses
a time when we will be sure we were created
one for the other.. totally and completely justifed and undefiled...
perhaps there will come a time past this moment
but now is not that time . . .
( copied from the book, What to do until love finds you by M.M Hammond)