I wanna rattle your bones
I wanna make you wanna come home
I wanna put a lump in your throat
I want your mind drifting to me
Wistfully
I want your attention
I want you on the line
I want you to feel I’m your partner in crime
I want you to want to share your time
I want you to feel addicted to my massages
I want to pop up in your mental collages
I want to climb atop something and sit
Up in a tree, atop all of it
Or rooftop, maybe
You bring the music, please
I’ll bring the ****
Someday
This will be
Wait and see