Ready or Not

.
"You better be ready" she'd say, by
way of text
Thankfully I'd picked it up in time,
As the front door heard opening,
closing  
Not able from the lounge to make
out the silent wait, but evident from
her naked entrance, of clothes to be
found later where they fell on the hall
floor
 
Not a slow entrance
No
One of determined stride
Gaze fixated on my naked proud  
position in hello there grin
No formalities  
a straddle  
A glazing kissing graze
Entrance & admittance  
deep descent, a pause  
And the groan heard, one of
'Fuck, been waiting for this all day'