The night is still
quiet
all except the rain beating against my window
sound of the breeze
whistling through the trees
yes the night is calm
only missing one thing...
Fresh from the shower
water beading off my skin
peanut butter brown
Shea buttered down
the smell of jasmine and eucalyptus leaves
no radio no TV for me
tonight
on this calm night
I can feel the wind has found its way
through the window slightly cracked
and the smell of the rain
has got me slightly relaxed
just chillin
in an old t-shirt
in my room
where
I have no use for panties
Shea buttered down
on this peanut butter brown skin
of mine
feeling so divine
in a candlelit room
I reach over to grab
my glass of red wine
and realize
there is only one cup.
Only one glass sitting beside the bed
on this still night in March
rain beating against the window
and the breeze tickles my skin
and I think of him
the man I have yet to meet
yet to converse with
laugh at
flirt with
tease
a touch of warm skin
to combat the cool breeze
no baritone voice
or rough hands with tender touches
just me
laying here alone
in an old t-shirt
drinking from one cup.
-Hatshepsut Amun Re