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!
