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.