I want to
cook a homemade meal and rub each other's feet. I want to spend at least 5 minutes a day
where we talk about why we feel so beat or what made today neat. I want
you to ask me… Anything. I want to feel as though there’s nothing about me you
couldn’t accept or weren’t curious to know and that you see my mind as a bottomless
hole where you’re not afraid to go. I want to exist knowing there are arms that
long to hold me until I am no longer lonely. I want raw passion, kisses, sweaty
thrusts and nibbles. I want all that I am willing to give. I refuse to succumb
to a petty guise, like Eartha Kitt for love I won’t compromise. I refuse to
concede this need.
© A. Bougie 12/20/2017
