Atomic Anticipation

She texts me anticipation builds clearing my desk still time to kill. Five O'clock finally comes dashing to my car heart pounding like 100 drums traffic stretched out so far. Red light, yellow and green driving down road and sky seeking seductive eyes serene a stop sign gets in my way. I stop to buy her flowers so deserved is she bringing purpose to empty hours with spell binding sorcery.. Finally she is in doorway standing our eyes glance and meet she kisses and hugs me an atom bomb goes off under my feet.