I Want to
Wake up to
My favorite band and your hand
Between my thighs.

I want
Your *******,
Cold and steady,
Pushing inside to open my eyes.

I want a fifteen minute
forceful kiss; You
Rolling me over
With your lips.
I want
All ten of your fingertips
To draw me a pretty picture.

I want you–
When you see
My fingers spread,
Like my toes before curling,
Or my trembling legs-

To pull my thighs
Away from center,
Pushing each farther
From the other.
Like one bed
With two angry lovers,
Hugging its opposite edges;
Your hand in the space between them.