I Wanna Be Poem by Ramona Thompson

I wanna be
The morning coffee that he drinks
Slowly so slowly slipping over his tongue
Then down his throat
Warming him
From the inside out
Giving him such delicious comfort
On the morning of a cold and chilly dawn


I wanna be
The sweat that pours
Sliding down that bare muscular chest
Sliding way down below
Below his naughty navel
Down where his manhood grows and thrusts so proud
There
There I wanna settle as the evidence of his greatest and most erotically fulfilling desire


I wanna be
The soap that he uses to wash that long lean sexy body
All alone
One on one
Naked
Inside his shower
The water raining down over and around us
To create a storm of perfect orgasmic lover's bliss


I wanna be
The voices he hears inside of his head
The music that moves his very soul
To the beat of a oh so different drummer
When he's alone in his bed
Dreaming at night
Oh yes that's what I want
Where and how I want to be


Forever more a part of him
My perfect soulmate

2008 Ramona Thompson