one long dread

Yeah, well, 2011, the lady that she is, is, at best, teasing the last amount of 'I'm not even sure what yet' out of my system. These days are becoming one long dread of constant waiting, readying- as if I'm on the brink of something next, but won't fall. It's going to take a push, the expenditure of a shock of energy...

a rounding pucker

Coaxing 2011 to open her legs... I've spied a light in her eyes and a rounding pucker developing on her lips.