Akward...

wake up thinking about you ....
Are you thinking about me ....thinking about you ... thinking about you......thinking about me ?
Some people ask for a penny but i would give a thousand to know that your thoughts consisted of me; to be assured that what is on my mind is on your mind.
Do I text ?
It’s been 8 hours 13 minutes and 37 seconds ...since my fingers left the keypad, my thumb still imprinted on the send button ... still no response ...
Do I Call ?
Wil i seem needy , desperate...but what is desperation . Is it that everlasting hunger that i have to hear your voice , is it the lingering desire, the yearning to feel your lips ...upon my lips...upon my lips...upon my lips ?
Coffee Break
Its been 10 hours as i sip the dark brown cup of hot chocolate... It reminds me of your deliciously dark brown cocoa skin...against my skin .. India really knew what she was singing about ...
03:05 am
17 hours since we last communicated ... My phone rings ..The uncontrolled beat of the tribal skank resonates through my lonely single bed... Conjuring Images of the Serengeti , of Simba prowling through the African savannah .. bringing out the Mandingo in me ..I stretch sensuously for the phone ..preparing my huskiest voice..I caress the accept button ..
Hello ? ...
Oh Hey Mum !
...Awkward