She wants to dance with him
curling hips in primal promise sway.
She wants to lay with him
trace gentleness on leisured sheets of light
She wants to rage with him
puffing chests in fervent brash opinion.
She wants to play with him
frisking fun and silly crunching banter.
She wants to muse with him
on justice rare, life's circles, cracks and lines.
She wants to stay with him
absorb his truth, his earnestness and laughter.
She wants to love with him
possessive fragile trembling silk enclose.
She wants to reach for him
and find out what it is,
that makes him cry.