Still Waiting

Here's a poem I wrote a few years back during a period of longing. Let's just say I no longer am.

I think about it every day.

It's supposed to be an amazing experience.

I'm twenty-eight, and I still haven't done it.

Everyone I know already has.

Some say it's not as good

as people make it out to be.

But I don't care.

I just want to know for myself.

Yes…

I really must get to Nando's.