THE REAL McCOY





I approached our meeting place 

Beginning the search, I looked intently at every nook not neglecting the crannies 
Carefully I examined the room with expectations so high
Then it became serious as I sunk deeper 
He should be here! 
Pondering, I plunged deeper as my heart yearned to see him
Then it began to tingle, my lover was approaching, I was sure
I recognized his steps, 
Then his garment surfaced
So glorious, I wanted to melt away 
I marveled even more at the arousing satisfaction I was getting, as he approached limelight 
I smiled, then hoped it reaches the peak
I will reach my contentment point soon, 
I will get my utmost satisfaction, I thought
My lover will touch me and I will feel him
So I stayed calm awaiting the climax
As I waited his route seemed longer
But I cared less after all he had my desired satisfaction 
Moments later, it was still the same 
What a trip! 
Then contentment became futuristic 
He should have touched me already! 
I should have felt him by now! 
He should have become tangible at this point, enough to feel my gaze
I should have received the package he was bringing 
But I had nothing but an envelope of dissatisfaction
It was at this point I realized 
I wanted the Real McCoy


Par: Magdalene John 

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