What is it I thirst for? What do I crave?
Why has my appetite made me your slave?
How do I lust you? Let me count the ways.
(Before I get lost in this carnal haze).
Should I start at the top, work my way down?
From head to toe, a methodic breakdown.
Or should it come from the top of my head?
Or a list of best, better, good instead?
But it will not matter which way I use.
The list is the same however I choose.
It will have your smile. It makes me lose control.
And those powerful eyes that reach into my soul.
Legs. Lips. Slender neck. The list goes on and on.
I could write three pages about your ass alone.
But every list is the same at the start.
Do I call it your brain or call it your heart?
It's the way you think (I am impressed).
Clever and smart with a little sassy zest.
It's your wit, your humor, your quick riposte.
The things that are YOU, these things I like most.