I crave to be loved
to be handled with care
yet experience rough encounters
to be massaged deeply without touch
and caressed in my sleep
to be kissed like you have reached your expiration date
and given enough space to miss and be missed
to be shown off
yet have frequent private meetups
to be hugged so tight
yet glance like strangers
that are constantly learning each other
to be provided security
with the illusion of openness
emphasized in stability
but thrives in chaos
to please
yet experience pleasure
to crave
yet be your craving.
