Anticipation

That moment
When you come
Down the walk
And turn the corner
Toward my door.

Your eyes greet me,
When I answer,
Before you can knock.

You close the door
Gently behind you,
And turn your leprechaun
Gaze upon mine.
You say hello
With a wet
Oyster kiss,
Leaving a pearl
In the middle of my tounge.

I anticipate the moment
That you ravish me
There on the hearth,
With only
The lace curtain
In the open window,
To hide
Our wanton cries.

That moment
When you come
Down the walk...