I can imagine waiting on my king
My love , my knight ,my armor
My handsome Yes Sir.
Perfectly imperfect
Unready to never miss a thing
Properly positioned, for his arrival .
Only to show my perfect dress!
The one I pressed and strutted in the garden to make sure my seam ...
doesn't play peak a boo
then pop out of the seam.
...But because I miss him
I'd await and watch from his favorite chair and watch as the door cracks and sings
Like an old tune
Singing an ole blue , raspy, whisper
right out of an old shoe.
Oh how I miss you
Can't wait till he comes home
I say in my head and smirk
as I smell from a mile away
the scent of his masculine fume.
I'm home baby ...
I smile with the sweetest ,subtle
I've been a very busy lady all day
with this at ease patient little
smirk upon my face
Knowing Damn well ...
I've been sitting here waiting for you my whole life.
As if my heart hadn't been beating for you
And playing a fine tune
From my very
... whole existence.
Poetry By : Shaku Writes