I am vain.
I want your skin, your dimples, your breasts.
I want to trace your eyebrows with my lips
And border with my hands your hips.
I am simple.
I want your words to fill my ears like cups.
I want to harvest you as grain, to grapple with
And bite into your mouth like an apple.
I am young.
I want your youth, your innocence, your wisdom.
I want to possess your body like a tempest
And fill the sail of your sex to its fullest.