Twenty-seven.

I want you to
want me like you've
never wanted
any one in your life.

I want you to
yearn for my touch,
my smile, my presence,
even if I don't say
a word to you.

I want you to
shiver when we touch
in a crowded room.

I want you to
watch me walk away
and hope that I'll
come back before you
have to leave.

I want your eyes to
follow me across the
room and watch my
hips when I dance.

I want all of you,
burning inside for me,
the way I do for you.