Anticipation

 

One week.

One week since I saw your face.
One week ago I felt your arms around me.
One week my lips have missed yours.
One week your tongue denied mine.
One week I did not get any.

One week.
One week was long enough.

One week over tonight. Thank god.

But tonight that familiar contact did not satisfy.
Too short a time to make up for one week.
Who cares about confusion and road to nowhere. 

Friend-a-calling. We should get that drink with her.
Ok. Let’s stop.

Dirty weekend ahead. Hurrah.
Because I dont think. 
I. Can. Wait. Another week.