To visit him again even against better judgment and to think beyond my freedom that he knows who I am and does not have to guess at 'I want you'
To see him gaze and look away from the body under my clothes incapable to sit still clueless how to behave just sighing: 'I want you'
That he will press celestial words upon my lips, in the saliva of my 'I want you', and we, passionately will fight each other's words again in our code language for 'I want you'