I want you. I desire you,
but need you, I don’t know.
Who are you but a whim
of excitement, a moment to be
enjoyed, captivated and let go of.
Oh baby, could a man like you ever settle down?
How would you look all chilled out and relaxed?
Could you wear the face of complacency?
I wonder about you, often.
Some good thoughts and some bad.
But know that when you call me, I’ll
always be here for you.
written by Joan Farley Nyobe