I want every part of you,
The arrogant, the dark,
The witty and shining sun too.
Without all of them you're alone.
Stark.

I want your skin on mine.
The soft honeyed skin,
With scars like map upon line,
And a grin with mine.
Atwin.

I want those blue sea deep eyes,
Meeting mine with a glint.
Glint that causes my heart's demise,
Fingers on my skin that leave.
Pawprint.

I want that passion and fire,
All for my lusting own,
I want that unquenchable desire,
Not for you to leave me all
Alone.

I want this to be actual, real,
For your eyes to have passion,
So my ripped up heart can heal.
But I guess True love never was in
Fashion.