I arrive early and catch him by surprise.
His face is wet with beads of sweat.
He looks up when I arrive and I can see
A look of desparation. He did not expect me so soon.
My confidence wanes and I fight the urge
To think he regrets the invitation.
He just wants everything to be perfect.
I recognize the feeling. It echoes off those
He says very little. I get no music, no grand gesture
Until he smiles and then the air becomes rich
With unsung songs that touch me way down deep
He takes my hand and pulls me close
And suddenly it is right and ripe and ready.
The moment becomes redolent with musk
And sweat and lust and love. I cannot breathe just now.