I Want Him

by sloanranger

I want him when he's here

I want him when he's not,

I want him for the things he is

and for the things he's not.

I want him for his heart,

I want him for his mind

I want him for his body

which is mighty, mighty fine.

I want him when he sings,

I want him for his voice -

I want his everything,

I really have no choice.

I don't care what he has,

I don't care what he's got

I really, really want him,

he's my very own sweet spot.

I want him for his face

I love his happy cheeks

I'll take him anyplace,

he's everything I seek.

I want him for his lips,

I hunger for their touch,

I really, really want them

so very, very much.

And when he calls tonight

and asks me if I'm well,

I'll feign disinterest once again,

say, "fine... and you, as well?"

11.10.15