So What Will It Be?

So what will it be? What will it be? What will it be? When the sun rises With life hitches that you try to stitch In your everyday struggle So what will it be? What will it be? What will it be? When you try to analyse Instead of embracing What’s been thrown before you? You may think you have the answer But whatever it is I get your point Let me be blunt Open your mind, open your eyes Can’t you understand? For it is not that easy Life itself is messy and greasy You are probably wondering What I am talking about I am talking about yesterday I am talking about last month About last year I am talking about that time we first met In this worlds mysterious set When we both not scared to experiment I remember the flirty words we first spoke And how sensual you felt in the morning when we awoke I remember your hot feverish kisses Which with your slender tongue you unleashed I remember your gentle touch And the feel of your silky skin Our exchange of hot body fluids When you delivered your goods A choice of broken moods Brought it all to an end my friend Since then I have an inclination A declaration It is my confession My virtual animation Of my vivid imagination Of what events should take place between me and you Sometimes people never know How you feel inside and they go Leaving you low As time grows So I say it out aloud If you cant hear It may get to you by word of mouth Now we meet again I hope this time not in vain There is something here I fear For when I look into your eyes You body silently trembles And your fixed smile resembles That of Miss Queen Latifas From afar Your natural spontaneous gaze Embroids and glitters your face When I touch you You shake like a leaf While I play with your scarf I want to taste the lily of your valley And touch your cream coloured honey I want to feel the skin of your world with my lips And listen to your moaning sounds on my trip But for now we can start with a kiss It’s a bit of a hit and miss This is my fantasy A living reality of my needs So what will be? What will it be? What will it be? My illusion My final conclusion Is perpetually simple You were meant to be For you and me Can’t you see? So what will it be? © Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005