I sit by the window, day in, day out, waiting for his return.
I get sleepy, but I try to hold out and keep my eyes awake, you know 
opened wide. Yearning for his presence to appear, to kindle.
I light the candles, I start the soft music, I fill the air with sweet savor.
My body oiled and clean, I smell soooo goooood, my mama taught me that 
part, always smell good for your lover at heart. I need him to touch me, to 
want me, to need me as much as I need and want him. I lust for his breath 
to clothe my body of desire, sweet desire.
All day long I think of him, I imagine us as one, one soul, one mind, one 
spirit, one sound, one body. Still I wait for him, still I want him, still I lust 
for him. I hear the door unlock, I see the bathroom  light come on.
I hear the shower begin, he comes into the room, I peek to see him naked, 
oiling his strong brown body, putting on my favorite cologne in the right 
places. Oh no, not again, I fall asleep before he makes it to the bed.
Shoot! he gets off  work so late . His movements awakes me though, I turn 
to him and stroke his strong but gentle back and ask him could we make 
sweet love, he replies, "not tonight, I'm tired". I think to myself, all this 
and he's to tired, well I guess he's to tired 24/7, because every time I want 
him, he don't want me. He makes me feel so undesirable, he wants me 
only when he wants me, and that's not fair. He's not that tired all the time, 
he just don't touch me anymore, that's all. He didn't even kiss me 
goodnight, or good-bye.