A few inches, or a couple of feet, it doesn’t matter; I just want him taller than me.
I want him, a river of caramel, oozing with sugar, hypnotizing with its slow, rhythmic, lingering dance…
I want him a Libra, a Taurus, an Aquarius, and a Scorpio…
A lethal combination, that's how I want him...
When we sway in the moonlight, I want his champagne to drown my ears… his fingertips to trace every high and low; my skin is fire- insatiable, always asking for more of his cologne, more of his scent, more of his deep, warm breath as his whispers drape my neck…
His hand clinch my coy waist, his eyes douse mine with opium, Oh opium!!!
I leave the dance floor…always asking for more.
I want him a knight so aware of the skill of his sword, a commander so authoritative, so proud of his triumphant fleets, as they tear down all my walls of silence, all my forts of womanly reluctance.
I want him to be man enough to embrace my madness, my tears, my passion, and my thirsty love.
Like coffee that cuddles a sugar cube, I want him to let me commit suicide, in the dark seas of his eyes… eyes so strong, so pure, so raw…
