I want your body
pressed against my heart.
I want my hands spreading
        your thoughts,
lingering over the curves
        of your passions,
         gripping your
               hopes,
         stroking your
            opinions,
     and cupping your
               desires.
       I want your soul
breathing heavily against my
            collarbones.
    I want my thoughts
     nibbling on your ears,
          your passions
  pressed against my lips.
            Your hopes
       naked on my skin,
          Your opinions
     hard under my hands
         and your desires...
   letting out soft little moans
         against my soul.
             I want You.                                                      Jon York   2019