All I want

All I want is someone to say,

I’m not scared of you.

I want Bad B to ask,

If we’re gonna do mambo or not,

Tú me dice', mami

I want Jon B’s signature kiss.

Slow and deliberate,

his tongue grazing my lips,

lingering with the perfect mix of vulnerability and naughtiness,

from Shane W to Frank C and beyond.

I want Hot P to command me to kneel.

I want Nick M to leave the mug out for me.

I want Connell W to slow kiss my belly after the shower.

I want Jake P to take charge in the evidence room,

And Doug J to shout in unison with me,

Robes,

As we dive on the bed and eat lobster.

I want Wolfgang B. to tell me

I’m the first thought when he wakes up,

and the last one before he goes to sleep.

Baby, you are gonna miss that plane.

I want Jesse W to say I know.

I want Lestat to say Boo Back.

I want to melt into Johnny C’s body

while Solomon Burke sings Cry to Me.

I want Hawkeye to vow to me,

No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you,

while Clannad softly plays in the background with the same message.

I want Tommy S to listen to my sad song

with tears in his eyes

while falling in love with me in real time.

I want to rap in Spanish with Abed

about disco and Cameron Diaz.

I want stoned Nick C to cool my skin off

with his cold beer bottle

And to ask Doug M,

Whose car are we gonna take?

Everyone sees the fire,

I see the burning logs,

the quiet power that fuels it all.