My Intention

We used to be a couple back in the day,    
A real hot item so to speak      
But I hadn’t seen her in years      
Still I showed up at her door      
And rang the bell      
I knew she was a late sleeper,      
But I thought she’d be up by now      
The inner door opened and there she was      
With only a screen door between us      
She was just out of bed wearing      
An oversized Pink Floyd t-shirt,      
Her hair slightly a mess      
She said, “What are you doing here?”      
I smiled and said, “It’s your birthday      
So, I brought you a couple presents and a cake.”      
“Michael, what is your intention?” she asked.      
“Well” I said, “I figure worst case you don’t answer      
And I’d leave the stuff on your doorstep      
Like I did back at Christmas.        
Absolute worst case,      
A dog would get into the cake and eat it      
And someone would steal the presents off your porch.”      
“Best case?” she asked      
“Best case, you invite me in and you open the presents      
We have some cake and sit around talking and laughing      
About the old times before you take me by the hand      
And lead me to your bedroom where we make        
Mad passionate love up until the point        
You fuck the taste right out of my mouth.”      
She didn’t look shocked or amused      
Not even showing the slightest hint of a smile      
Nor did she allow her eyes to give her thoughts away      
Instead, maintaining a straight face, she simply      
Opened the screen door and calmly said,      
“Come in”