Anticipation, a sweet, exciting
Thought, a lovely, warm need.
In my mind, I feel his handsome face,
See his beautiful eyes, taste his delicious mouth.
My anticipation grows, it stalks me,
Won’t let me be, makes me want,
Proves to me that I am alive,
Makes me feel like a woman.
A real woman, a complement to this man,
We are the two halves of our one equation.
While I count the hours, the anticipation builds
With expectations of the familiar.
A familiar trust,
A familiar knowing.
I trust in his knowing of me,
He trusts in my knowing of him and
Our equation is made complete.