I Want

I Want

Notes: I really don't know who the narrator is (hmm, what does that say for my sanity?) but if you have an idea, feel free to tell me about it! :-)

I want to grab you and pull you to the floor. I want to shock the universe. I want you writhing underneath me, eyes staring into mine, pleading. I want to eat you alive. I want you in my mind every hour of the day and night, your constant presence the sweetness in the storm.

I want you gasping as I fill you with myself, I want to pant underneath you as you flip me over and take what you want -- I want you, you being made of starseed, you sweet Jedi.

I see you in all kinds of situations and places, know your every reaction. I have made a study of your face and body. I have watched you when you thought no one was near, kept my mind attuned to you even in your dreams.

I know your everything -- the way your lips purse slightly when you are confused, the way you let your mouth slide open when you fight, the way you kiss, eyes dropping shut as your lips meet your partner's, the way you dance, the slow and graceful movements of a born diplomat.

I want to know your cries of passion and know that I cause them -- I alone. I want to feel your breath on my skin in the early morning hours, a sweet waking dawn of love.

I want my love returned. I want the solidity of your being beside me, not just a frail fantasy of my heart, not just the faint whispers of your reality that seep into mine, not just an ache of despair when I wake from a dream of you to find that you are not in my arms.

For my arms are empty, aching with their loneliness, without you in them. And my eyes all too soon grow weary of others, their faces beautiful, yet not yours. It is you I see in my mind in the midnight hours, your skin glowing golden in the pale light, your body slick with love and fragrant oil, your eyes brimming over with love and lust.

And it is your name I whisper to the empty rooms as my desire springs from my body, your face I picture when another tries to satisfy and fails.

I must have you. For this is more than want, this is more than need. I yearn for you with every fiber of my being, like a desert plant yearns for the rain. I will die without you; I will wither away in agony, calling your name with my last breath.

Obi-Wan, who would have ever thought that I would be aching for a simple touch from your hand?