Why I want to make love to him tonight
Why do I find him so fascinating?
Why do I find myself thinking of him?
Why does he make me feel so warm inside?
Why do I want him inside?
Is it the way I hardly noticed him the first time I met him?
Is it the way he stayed barely visible,
a little back from the firelight?
Is it the way he showed me his tattoo,
told me how he did it himself?
Is it the way his tattoo matched my leather jacket?
Is it the way he treated me Sat nite while I was drunk?
Is it the way he lay beside the bed after I passed out,
how I found him sleeping there in the morning?
Is it the way he looks in his camo fatigues?
Is it the way he bought me an ice cream cone?
Is it the way he invited me to watch The Seventh Seal?
Is it the way he rubbed my shoulders?
Is it the way he stands w/ poise as he throws his darts?
Is it his warrior’s spirit & champion’s attitude?
Is it the gentleness of his strength?
Yes, it is all these things ...
why I want to make love to him tonight.
1997 SilkCocoon
