I had waited for days.
For the time
When we would talk and touch.
I waited with intelligence and sophistication.
Then it was down to hours.
We would be off together for a mid-day meal.
I was eager.
An amorous hour was my intention.
We left, appearing nonchalant.
But he was busy with things to do.
Then it was over,
Our precious time.
We headed back. My disappointment cut.
We climbed up the old stairs to the world
Where we were not known as one.
Following him like a besotted fluff,
I forgot my sophistication and whined
He turned, as all heroes do,
Grabbed and kissed me
Right there on the stairs.
He could have had me on the stairs
For all I cared. I was limp as a dishrag.
Worth the wait.
Would it be so again?
The risk was his.