Waiting

Skin alive
Naked 

She is waiting
Nadu
The pulse of need
Is growing
Throbbing and bubbling
Filling her mind 
Overwhelming her senses
Her scent 
Ripens 
Juices glisten 
How long will he be?

Straining to hear his footsteps
His key in the door 

Then he comes 
He takes his time 
He circles her 
Looking deeply within 
He whispers 
Good girl
My good girl