What I want

I want you,
I want you in the morning when you are still half asleep,
I want you in the shower, your skin slippery and wet,
I want you kneeling, your mouth adding to my already white hot heat,

I want you on all fours hair in my hand as I bury myself in your liquid fire,
I want you eyes locked on mine, face to face as we see the truth of our love in each thrust,
I want you spontaneously when we just can't wait,

I want you noisily,
I want you quietly,
I want you slowly,
I want you urgently,
I want you tied to the table, teased and teased till you beg for release,
I want you taking your need and pleasure, selfishly ignoring mine

I want you bent over and open and used,
I want you slowly savouring every inch of your trembling skin, building to a crescendo of sweat and release,
I want your hand in my junk in the car, the plane, the train, the cinema, the theatre, the changing room,
I want you, your desire, your passion, your kinkiness, your primness, your sense of right in the world and your fallacy and humanity,
All these things I want from you,

All these I give you in return,

But none of these things that I want, that I need,
None do I need more than I need you to want these things too.