unequivocal in what it is

 a glance upon the book, and know the answer does lie

within the pages i shall read and from it pry

for my curiosity does weigh heavy upon my peace

 the need to know what next and thus allay my unease.

patience, never a virtue i can profess to possess

but, rather impatience the need to push and know does impress

one step closer to reading your mind

having that certainty that u be my sort, my kind.

 

no longer restless, for the book has foretold

your desires and needs in my control i do hold

so patience all of a sudden does upon my imagination rest

tomorrow u be mine and your resilience i shall test.

you see, u and i both know the sensual and erotic be a thing of beauty

it be not a forced situation, a thing of duty...

rather sheer unequivocal indulgence

to feast upon each other in abundance.

RB.