I’m never prepared <br />For the spiritual vulnerability of love, <br />Never prepared for accusations, <br />Insinuations, jealous imagination <br />Running unpredictably wild <br />Through the numerous games lovers play, <br /> <br />But I still want my arms around your waist, <br />Lips and fingers touching your face, <br />I still want to see your skirt <br />Lying lazily at the foot of the bed, <br />Smell your perfume on a pillow, <br />Grow breathlessly excited <br />Whenever you enter the room, <br />Suicidal and depressed whenever you leave, <br /> <br />I still want every heartbeat to race with desire <br />In a chaotic search to find you when I’m alone <br />In a lonely city, alone and dreaming, <br />Every pore breathing your name, <br />Inhaling the scent of your body <br />Until I’m insanely the slave <br />Of your every erratic wish and whim, <br /> <br />I still want to be desperately in love with you!<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-still-want-to-be-desperately-in-love-with-you/
