Anticipation

The anticipation
Desiring your voice
I speak of expense
But leave you the choice
Does this make me frugal?
A little perhaps
For now I feel guilt
I hope this will pass
When I hear you it will
I can hear you already
Voice soft and sweet
Like a trickle of honey
On lusts slumbering meat
I hope when you hear me
You won't be let down
By my emotionless pitch
And permanent vocal frown
So I sit and stare
At my silent phone
Wishing your kids
Would leave you alone
But glad for the money
That you didn't waste
Though I need to hear you
Post haste!

© 2005, Mosquitobyte