I want to be his
friend, his lover and his confidant. I want
him to feel as if he can talk to me about anything and everything. I want to him to know that sometimes
there are no words needed and we can just be silent without it being a problem. I want to there for him, encourage him
and pray for him maybe even more than I pray for myself. I want to see the God in him as he in me.
I want a
selfless kind of love. I want the
kind of love that is worth fighting for. I want
the kind that requires immediate and
constant attention. I want the kind
that makes you wanna disagree so that we can come to agree. I want the kind of love that is hard but
doesn’t hurt. I want the kind of
love that is full of passion and some pain. I want the kind that weathers the storm and
keeps us focused.
I want love. I want patience. I want devotion. I want passion and romance. I want peace. I want friendship. I want kindness. I want backbone. I want communication. I want good eye contact. I want growth. I want anticipation.
I want spontaneity. I want fire and desire. I want pleasure. I want emotional, physical and mental
penetration. I want satisfaction.
I want compatibility and
accountability. I want respect
and fidelity. I want humor. I want sympathy/empathy and
concern. I want to be
supported and taken care of. I want
balance. I want to be wanted.
I want good, enjoyable
and consistent sex often. I want
monogamy. I want it all and it
doesn't have to be in that order with even a little more.
I want to spend my
life with him. I want to be
able to smell him when he’s not around and reach him when he is close. I want to wake up next to him and smile. I want to be the one. I want
to be the only. I want to be the last thing on his mind. I want
to go to sleep in his arms almost every night. I want to be able to feel his eyes on me from a
distance. I want to hug him as
often as possible. I want to
kiss him. I want to be able to
have moments where I touch him there and there and here and there and oh yes,
right there. I want us
to cherish our time apart just so we can come
together or even cum together.
I want
it to feel like the first time each and every time or at least every 3rd, 4th
or 5th time.
I want to have the
ability to miss him when he is away. Have the ability to grow when we are
together. I want to be on the same
page but be able to turn the page – together.
I want to be able to set aside my
issues and imperfections so there is enough room for him in my heart. I want be able to understand him when
the weight of the world is on his shoulders. I want him to know that I am there to share some of the load. I
want him to know
that he is never alone and that I will always be there as long as he allows me
to be. I want him to
allow me to be.
I want to be able to
complete his sentences. I want to be
his period, exclamation point and even his comma. I want us to be poetry in motion. I want us to be more than a beautiful haiku, romantic sonnet
or a smooth ballad. I want us to be
the combined words that create something wonderful.
I want to be the
melody in his tune and the inspiration of his art while being the
motivation of his desires. I want
him to know that I am in his corner (his front and his
back). I want to know that he knows
that I am his #1 fan, his supporter and his encourager. I want to be the one that made
him comfortable enough to stop being an I and want to be a “we”.
I want to
continue to be patient until we cross paths. I want to continue working on being everything that he will need me to
be for we. I want to be the
woman that God has intended me to be. I want to know the moment when he realizes that I am his one.
I want to be his chosen
one. I want him to
be confident in his choice. I want
him to be able to hear God when he says, I created her for you.
I want to be able to
wait for all that I want. I want to
be content with my expectations of want.
I want to continue to learn more of
what I want. I want to not mind wanting...
Damn, this is a helluva want.
