I Want To Be Your Man

You make me wish I were a man
with long fingers for unbuttoning your secrets
and parts for sinking myself into you
deep enough to feel your soft ends.

You make me wish I was a man
wide chest for head resting,
tucking your hair behind your ears
safe sleeping on heart sounds.

I crave the opiate of your breath
that has brought strong men trembling
for you attentions. I want to feed
and feast upon your addictions.

You my always untouchable
unknowable, crossing legs and fingers and wires
I want to be the man who sees you
unedited, no modest blur but focused, mine.