It had been a very long day of traveling to meet a sweet love I so much enjoy. The place I had reserved had an ocean view and flowers throughout.
I brought the candles you love and the fragrant oils. I am ready for your visit. Everyone I met late in the day and early evening kept asking why I was all goo goo eyed like I was in another world.
I just handing money to pay for things I was picking until they would say, “That’s enough sir.” All I had on my mind was you. I could not get to you soon enough.
Exponential passion, I am a man going mad with anticipation of you. Room service lobster and champagne was a bore. You were not there.
Cognac and carrot cake would not even touch my sweet centers today for thinking about you. The hot tub will take my mind away until you arrive. What time is it? You’re late. How could you be late today? You know how much I want to feel you close and get lost inside closed eyes at your touch.
Light years away from the reality I desire, I lay in an unfamiliar bed waiting with only your name in my thoughts. What I am looking for should have been here hours ago. We agreed on the time. We agreed on the place.
I came packed with expectations of a pleasant experience. I brought all the things you like. I smell so good, I love my own fragrance. Where are you?
I got the new book. I will check it out while I await your knock on the door of my consciousness that will hear Hot Buttered Soul by Isaac Hayes when you whisper what I long to hear. Where are you my sweet mistress love?
I am now feeling like I may not see you at all. What shall I conclude when you do not come and you do not call? Left alone to my thoughts is not good.
All my sweet love I wished to share with you is beginning to take a turn to the light I do not wish to see. Why is it that when these moments come, human tragedy of love forlorn takes solace in looking up?
What I see when I look up has become my companion. It is not nearly as exciting as our time would have been together. I would have wrapped you up in my soul and taken you on winged night flight within a world of wonder.
I can not stay much longer. Deprived of your touch and the joy we might have shared, I have taken my companion the only place one could be found.
When I looked up for the heavens, I found the ceiling and it did what you did not do. It looked back at me. Sleep, thou art a fickle lover but I want you.