SHIT

Shit,... there she is again, the woman of my dreams... I toss and turn with her phantom form in my arms and her charms are rhythmic in nature. A belly dancer's hips and lips that could animate Nefertiti's bust, for it will turn away in jealousy... And jealously I'd hold her...

Shit,... She's looking this way, isn't she and isn't HE the man she's with, the one that ignores her, as if she was the pith and the others are the petals of a flower that sours his mood and makes him cold like forsaken food on the table of a man that takes gifts for granted? I could be her gravity and she my planet, my earth mother... Can you believe the nerve of this blind brother?

Shit,... She's walking away from him and towards me, with the grace of a lioness, the face of cool composure and I'm left, bereft of any composer at all, and with each foot fall, my 'mojo' depletes and my heart skips it's beats, and I find myself suddenly standing to greet a Queen in her approach, I am her humble, no,... her HUMBLED servant....

Shit,... she parts her perfected lips to speak, I am weak and floored, my heart, it soared up and away because this could very well be the day that my every dream comes true... And in a honey dew whisper she states, "I want you... I want you..." I was hers without thinking, just feeling, while peeling my cowardice away, I say, in a calm, cool voice, "You had me long ago... Shit..."

By, Jalil... slam that...