The Man I Want

He walks up behind me

And wraps his

Arms around my waist.

I want

Him to tangle his legs with mine

Before the burgeoning shadows of night

Creep into the room

And sleep finds its mark.

I want

The tender kisses as well

As the passionate deep.

I want

A man who is inspired by intellect

Who can find truths and mistakes  

Brilliantly polished by the strokes of a painters brush.  

I want

Him to sometimes reach under the table

Part my legs and with

Smooth sophistication

Fondle and caress me to oblivion

While dinner cools on a porcelain plate.  

I want

To be on all fours

So that he can firmly hold my hips

And push hard into my scented cunt

Pulling my hair,

For better leverage.  

I want him to possess the strength

To navigate the labyrinth,  

Into the solemn dark

Of my heart.