I want to make you blush,
Watch the fire take your cheeks
In bouquets of pink and rouge.
I want to make you laugh,
To hear the joyous echo of your heart,
See the stars of your eyes in nova.
I want to know your scent,
To chase you blindfolded through the night
Lead on the tether of your perfume.
I want to hear your voice,
Sugar sweet and venom tongued;
The truth in words divinely spoken.
I want to pray,
A humble priest at his goddess’ feet,
May faith carry my words to your ears.
I want to bind you forever in color, vibrant and lush,
That I shall never forget how it felt to hold your beauty.
I want you.
And you?
What do you want?