things I want you to know
For when the time comes and
we spend our first of
what I hope will be many
nights together. One . . .
it is longer than I care to
admit since I shared a bed
with anyone, never mind one
I care for as deeply as you.
I am filled with excitement
and wonder and delight that we
have found each other. Two . . .
I have no illusions that I am,
or ever was, a sex machine.
All I want is to please you
in the hopes that you still want
me in your life when we wake,
the morning after the night
before. I simply want to touch
and kiss you and find a hundred
ways to excite you and bring you
pleasure. Better to give than
receive, with no limits on where
I will go or what I will do
to bring you pleasure. Three . . .
there is no pressure. If you want only
to be held, I will hold you through the
night, hoping you don’t mind my kiss
softly on your neck. All I want is
you. With me. Open and willing to
share whatever may come. Or not
come. Figuratively and literally.
Four . . . you are fully in charge.
No timetable. Time limit. Expiration
date. No use by. Sell by. Or best by.
Just me. Wanting you. To want me.