I want you because i love art,
And you are masterpiece I want to touch every morning.
You have a black beautiful body,
But I noticed first your eyes,
And in them I saw dilemna,
Decisions you couldn't make because you love what is painful,
Questions i knew you never wanted to be asked,
Because the answers could break every bit of man there is in you,
And i want you,
I want the whole parts of you.
You have fascinating hands
Fingers that have learnt to hold life surprises,
Arms that are holding baggage,
And palms that still remember to clasp,
But every time you curl yourself into a question mark around me I want you to never let go,
With your thermometer hands I want you to roll blunts as I swallow🍆,
I want you to feel my hands on you,
And I promise not to break you.
I want you because you leave me gasping for breath,
And I like the sound of my beating heart next to yours.
You are an emotional man,
And only some men will want to admit they can feel,
And your heart is a turbulent I sometimes wish I could calm,
I may not be your calm either,
But i will hold you,
Even after open heart surgeries and when your hearbeat sounds like a bike engine,
Because i want you.
I want you because you give me peace,
And it's unorthodox how amidst of your tumult I find calm.
You are a giver,
But I want to spend on you; not to let you know i have it; i think you deserve it,
I want you to know I gatchu.
I want you because you are not what I want,
I want poetry, books and words,
And you are music, color and art.
You are smart too,
So I will give you blank pages and let you surprise me,
Hell... Even surprise yourself,
Then you will understand why I don't like things that come with instructions.
You are sweet,
And you have a pleasant scent,
An ever lingering smell that numbs my senses,
The 6th especially,
The smell of you takes away my anxieties,
By now I bet you are starting to understand why i want you.
I want you because wanting you is the logic thing to do,
When my first and last thoughts are about you.
Yet I am afraid,
Scared even of giving you too much to hurt me,
Sometimes am terrified that wanting you is not enough,
Other times I am wondering what to experience with a man who has been through it all,
I want you,
I want you because i have dated you severally before,
After being a loner for a decade when I undestood how i should be loved,
Then after my first heartbreak when i realized how i should not be loved,
I want you because I know you.
I want you,
Sometimes when my ego can admit,
I want to love you.