Avaritia

I want the dirty, filthy things. I want rug-burned knees and a bruised backside.
I want the pretty, girly things. I want poetry and sunsets.

I want someone to watch over me.

I want someone to make me cry. I want someone worth crying to, about and for.

I want the silly, crazy things. I want Ihop at 3am and people watching.
I want the sappy, lovey things. I want kisses and stolen glances.

I want someone to pick me up when I fall.

I want someone who will let me fall. I want someone who can support me without restricting me.

I want the breathless, painful things. I want a hand around my throat and a racing pulse.
I want the thrilling, tender things.  I want a soft caress and an endless kiss.

I want someone who knows the difference.

I want someone who can teach me. I want someone who can help find the answers for both of us.