How long can I play this game of Hide and Seek?
Actually, it’s just a game of Seek
I look for you in the halls
Hope to run into you in the parking lot
But you don’t know I’m playing
I happen upon you in the breakroom
Your eyes light up when you see me, as mine do when I see you, but does that mean anything?
I watch you make your coffee and pour in the sugar
As you stir it, you rest the entirety of your palm on the countertop
God, how I envy that countertop
Will you ever rest your palm on my skin?
You speak to me and I don’t hear the words
Instead I study your mouth
How your lips fit together, how soft they appear
Will your lips ever kiss my neck?
The spot in between my legs?
You make me laugh and my heart sings as your laughter joins mine
My infatuation deepens as I watch the smile spread across your face
Your smile is beautiful
You put your hand in your pocket and I envy the fabric
Will I ever touch your skin?
Will I ever twirl one of your curls around my finger?
Will I ever kiss the sensitive place along your pelvis?
Will I ever hear the sound you make when you come?
We say our goodbyes and leave the room
As I walk through the door, I think, I’m tired of this game
I’m tired of not knowing how you feel
But in my uncertainty, I find something
And that anticipation will make our consummation even sweeter