Why am I excited
His voice, so deep
His lips, soft and supple
His eyes, dangerous and dark
Wait, am I being watched?
His scent doesn't leave me
His embrace, so powerful and endearing
I touch it. Stop!
I lull myself to sleep with his memories
Wait, does he even like me?
I watch him work out
Break a sweat
By now you can imagine my anticipation, my regret
I'm wet...
Wait, is he in a relationship?
We speak, of course I show my vulnerable side
He bites...my lips now twisted
Legs cramped from trying to clench my juices undone
Wait, should I tell him?
I waited and watched
While he was baited and caught
Wait, am I still waiting?