I Want..

I want to call your name out, in the dark, in dead of night

and know, the hand that answers, will not waken me in fright.

I want the voice, that whispers, on my neck, when time to rise,

to be the one, that makes me feel, like heaven’s greatest prize.

I want the lips that kiss me, to revive my throbbing lust

and not because they need to but that, by their touch they must.

I want the arms that hold me, feel more like a second skin,

than somewhere, where my ‘duty’, doth demand, I lie within.

The passion rise, to heights – ’til now - but realized, in dreams,

where little deaths, that bring new life, are heralded with screams.

I want to spend each waking, sleeping minute, in your mind

to place my heart in yours as yours in mine; two hearts entwined.

I want to be your hero, to be all you’ll ever need;

your Lancelot, your Superman, your shining knight with steed.

But most of all, more than all of the plaintive pleas above,

I want to be your greatest want, I want to be your love!