I had been dreaming about it for days, lusting in fact. It was going to be great. I was going to be clean and dressed to impress. Teeth, hair brushed, face and thighs scrubbed, tongue scrapped¡I'm ready for some booty tonight.
Wave down a taxi, no distance too long tonight. My heart was pumping and my mind was going 100miles per minute. The suspence had left me gutted from the inside, I had been waiting soo long and finally with 2 hours left, I am almost there. Absence does make the heart grow fonder.
So I enter the restaurant and my eyes lose it darting everywhere, all over the place. Wondering where, worried, wondering if I look ok. Damn it's been soo long, a year 2 years? Too long. The waiter patiently seats me in a booth and hands the menus, I absently point at something. My mind and my heart are not here, they are wrought with anticipation. I hardly notice the bread rolls as I nervously gnaw on them. Finally just as I am about to scream with the excruciating expectancy I see him floating towards me. He is so hot and smells so good, I could butter a bun and put him on it so he can go smoothly in me. I notice the braised complexion on his beefy self and I know, he was worth the wait. Sweating and salivating, I ogle the waiter as he nears me and lowers his load expertly in front of me and I lose my gift of speech to the carnal pleasures of taste.
You ain't never tasted steak and baked potatoes until you haven't had it for a while.
