Passion fills the air for me
But not for what you think it to be
I’m not as settled as you may think.
I want a flagrant and brilliant home
Where all my creativity can roam
And nobody judges what I did or didn’t do.
A man to call my very own
That is wise, old, and grown
Not someone I need to teach anything to.
I want symbols to leak in like air
Sex and temptation everywhere
Where he only wants me, and me alone.
I will be his spice in life
Make such a brilliant wife
He’ll wonder why he didn’t find me years ago.
Maybe I’m a bit over zealous
But I never want him to make me jealous
All his heart is in and on top of me.
That passion that I have won’t wane with time
I’ll always have this beautiful rhyme
In case you forget the checklist of what I want.
A castle built upon a rock
Words that I can put in stock
And nothing to take him away from me at all.
Love and lust intertwined
What we seek we will eventually find
I’d like a minute or two of silliness.
A room full of nothing but books
A queen, a king, but never rooks
A nice warm bed to fall into every night.