If only I could be the soft of your finger tips
The thick juicy wet of your sweet lips
Or maybe the brown of your sultry pigment
Possibly the words that slide from your tongue 
which burn straight to my core...
These frivolous day dreams are elementry..I want more
I want to admire you from within
Worship your good and cleanse your sins
Your closed eye to get a glimpse of your soul
A half to your heart to complete it as a whole
A permanent fixture in your mind...one in which I can control
Both external as well as internal
Become both nocturnal as well as durinal
A being of the day
A creature of the night
The vision in your sight
The relentlessness in your might
The power in your fight
The success in your plight
The brightness in your hue
I want to be every thing...in all things...
of any thing that means something to you