Anticipation

Not pursuit of but perfected- benz not the lexus

skin so soft, toes suckable, eyez warm,

embrace- unforgettable

if she would call me baby, my soul would churn, -

my butter baby

her company is never wasted, every moment cherished, priceless-

my visa baby

lips suckable, touch soft, body if not hot

luke warm

us together volcanic, erupt slow

did I mention her smile?- unforgettable

she makes me wonder…so innocent sometimes

but I seen her be naughty

she needs discipline, long and deep

so it penetrates, I wonder could she take it?

breathe baby slow 1-2-3- labor.

I say baby “where u at?”

She says “where u want me?”

I say “dayum”

She says “what…?”

I say “nothing”

pause.

That feeling, that yearning desire, not spoken but yet understood

“baby?”

She says “yes?”

“I’m coming”

she says “not yet”

I smile.

I hear her grinning

knock knock on her door

me waiting- anticipation

her love, how she looks, her smell, her taste

door opens slowly

I’m about to see her face

then I awake

on brick- frustrated.

thinking who said that couldn't be

my reality-no hesitation

scrolling her name, I dial

phone ringing- anticipation

She picks up

She says “hey-”

I exhale and utter “aye, just listen…”