Eying Envy

A Poem by The Things She Noted

She met me in the cafe

Late noon

Though we said early

I’ve sat waiting

It no longer upsets me

Embarrassing

But okay, understanding

I know she’ll show

Even if it means I must sip on cold coffee just to hear her speak

Slow and soft

Pedals on a rose

Dripping in pigment

Dripping down the stems

On to the floor

Puddling at my feet

Pretty

Delicate

She sits

Says sorry

Have you been waiting long?

I shake my head

A little laugh

No not long

Though I could wait a life time

If she would just ask

Emerald workout clothes

No sweat stains

Hair slicked back

Gel not sweat

No make up make up look

I don’t wish to be with her

But my desire to be like her consumes me

When I lay under my cotton sheets I suck in my tummy

So tight it aches

And I touch myself

Wondering if she may be touching herself as well

How her hands must feel

How her breath must be heated

Her comforter cool

Does she scream into the silk of her pillow

Or is she silent in her pleasure

I try to curve my body

Push out my chest

I want to be wanted

Sexy

Slow and mysterious

But she does it carelessly

And I care far too much

My make up too heavy

My dress too formal

My hair too curled

Too in place

Trying so hard

To not try at all

I wonder if she is as exhausted as I am

© 2021 The Things She Noted

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Coyote Poetry

I loved the internal thoughts dear poet.
"My make up too heavy
My dress too formal
My hair too curled
Too in place
Trying so hard
To not try at all
I wonder if she is as exhausted as I am "
I liked the above lines. Honest, powerful and real life. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote