Tick-Tock

In our sacred space, I wait for his arrival
Cool black satin blankets my eyes and surrounds me in darkness
My only company is that of nervous butterflies
And the sound of time ticking away on the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
  
A million silly insecurities suddenly make themselves known
What if this, and what if that
And oh my God what if, What If, WHAT IF???
My heart begins a race against Father Time
Tick-tock, tick-tock
 
Seconds turn to minutes
And from those minutes a mantra is born:
Please-hurry-up-please-hurry-up-please-hurry-up-please-hurry
Time ticks away like a metronome setting pace for my hymn
Tick-tock, tick-tock
 
Desire has turned to lust
And lust in to need
The petals of my sex drip with sweet nectar
A sure sign that I am ripe for the picking, I am ready
Tick-tock, tick-tock
 
My once steady mantra now a frantic plea
Please-hurry-up-oh-my-god-please-fucking-hurry
Tick-tock, tick-tock
My heart pounds in unison with the hands of time
Tick-tock, tick-tock
 
Waiting
Tick-tock
Yearning
Tick-tock
Needing...tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!
 
And then it happens…
The door clicks open, he has at long last arrived
 
And time stands still