I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips as I drift off to sleep; where in my dreams I keep.
I want to be the first thing you think about as you rise in the morning.
I want you to be the structure, the support to my watery matrix; complimentary features.
I want to be your elixir when you are ill, the potion you consume when you are well.
I want you to be my safe harbor, the place where I can gleam even when I feel unclean.
I want to be your cooling rain when you are thirsty and over heating.
I want you to love me for my eccentricities; celebrating not merely tolerating me.
I want to be your heat when you are cold, wrapping you tight in my velvety folds.
I want you to feel me, hear me, know me even when I am speechless.
I want to be your sounding board when you are indecisive.
I want us to uplift, hold accountable and compliment the other; together walking side-by-side; what a sweet ride.
Together or apart we are whole with our own heartbeats; together we transcend the fickleness of any weather; each to each.
Please, Sir, come dance with me. I’m ready for you to take the lead, now that I’m no longer in fear of my singing nor my hips moving, grinding.
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