ANTICIPATION

Early hormonal torture:

*melts right in this seat*
Delta airlines will have to announce I need to calm my ass down and get outta my hormones
Barely passing 7am and I’m so deeply instilled in my thoughts of the feast I need to be for your entree

I glance up to see eyes peak from beyond their unfolded newspapers… Oh trust they are watching me quiver in my seat

I wonder if they have X-ray vision because my kitty little lady cat is moistening to the idea of your feel

Drake is humming in my drums while passengers are sinking into their seat for warmth behind their backwards worn jackets… Does that actually provide more heat?

Nonetheless it’s heated here in this seat be my G.I. Jane and drill your SargentEd ferociousity with those teeth and tongue between my legs

This little kid is hollering like I plan to holler for you… I can already see you snatching my pillows away and somewhere in a faint whistle a saxophone will carry on notes of pleasures gateway to the designed playlist we create with each moment. The unpredicted beautiful musical jam of the year to make all of billboards top lists

I get to do the most creative imagining during these airline trips
Tingling finger tips
I see these lit exit signs… We need to scurry and head it’s way
Can you tell what I’m thinking?

Shorty doo wop we can leave here shortly and you can hear “wop” sounds while I clean you up with my tongue from doing the doo… Alright shorty?

We threw a party with only two invited guests… We can always squeeze in your favorite music artists if you need a little airplay during some foreplay some teasing some teasing some unadulterated teasing… Dammit girl give it to me and stop teasing… Before I tease your interests, your crave, tease you in these Juliet and Juliet plays we structure… Oh Juliet this love making must be suicide… Must be the sweetest damn suicide because how can life be life after this fucking experience… I’m stuck on your poison but I can’t even call it that. Ms Sexy Potential you’re still fucking with meeeee

I can see ironing boards flipped over, clothes scattered, flat irons still plugged in, wet foot prints from showered toes, lights on, iPads left open, laptops mid type, purses tossed over contents pouring out, sheets crinkled, eyebrows arched, nails in sheets, nightstands leant, boy shorts half off, bras unsnapped, everything from my mind being called to action

I say HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH FUCKING RIGHT DAMN RIGHT ALL RIGHT

Catch my damn drift… Can you sense the sense of urgency in my growing aggression

It’s getting intense… My contacts lenses drying out, not taking them out, because I am so focused on your mouth open teeth showing tongue plattered down to the bottom of your mouth… I grab a nipple and bite…a light bite a little more than a nibble… you squirm!

I grab that ass back… Keep your ass still… You can moan Deniele, scream Deniele, or scratch Deniele into my back. I’m fucking you like I own it. I ain’t borrowing shit. In fact I OWN IT!!! You hear that name your crying?

Pace switch…

Let’s do some correcting… Unpack every thought you’d ever had about how this would be. Let me bring you these things into our reality. I am tagging my name on it across labias and minoras and majoras and clitoris’
Filling my nostrils with your scent… My scented escape.
Now everywhere i go I’d carry you with me

Argh… The anticipation is killing me. G2g