AND STILL, I WAIT

Like a drunk nervous
for the next drink;
I am nervous for
my next date with you.
Like a purchaser with
a handful of lotto tickets
waiting for the number to be called
I am waiting on a call from you.
Like a shopper standing under an
awning waiting for the
rain to stop, I am waiting
to hold you closer than my skin,
and taste the wetness of your
puddles of sweet nectar.
The clock is not kind to me
it keeps running away, forward.
BUT GUESS WHAT?
It doesn't bother me if it's
a day, week, month, or year:
AND STILL, I WAIT...
Are you cumming soon?