As the Luther played in the background
And the fireplace flickered and crackled,
I slowly sip the champagne I set
aside for us, and let it chill over ice.
I sit alone and wait patiently your arrival
I suddenly feel petrified
This night has been planned for days
and weeks on end,
We've talked and discussed
this meeting before, and yet
I am still petrified
Why am I so damn scared?
Hell, I don't know.
I'm fly as hell in this La Perla lingere!
My make-up is light but sudective,
And my hair is slightly curled.
Oh, and please believe I hit up
and a sista is smellin just right.
But yet inside I still feel petrified.
I can't fight the butterflies in my stomach,
The sweatiness in my palms,
and the nervous tapping of my foot.
I'm anxious to see what
this "person" is all about.
Hell, I've dreamed about it
for almost 2 years now
Why should I be bothered about it?
Why am I so damn petrified?
I know why, it's basically placed
in front of me in black and white.
I am indeed intimidated and he knows it!
I've never been with a man of his caliber
and the thought of us finally becoming closer,
it leaves me totally petrified.
What if I'm not all the he thought I was?
What if my body turns him sour and cold?
Will he enjoy me and actions?
What if he thinks I'm not a good lover?
Will he call after it's done and over?
These multiple thoughts that are
running through my head
Is what leaves me petrified.
There's a knock at my door.
Shit! It's him!
There's no turning back now,
So let the games begin.
Maybe it'll be worth it.
He just might fall in love with me.
Like I said, all I can do is just
Test the waters and see
If he still leaves me
petrified.Written by Vanessa R. Williams ©