Imagination man.

She wants you.
Like seduction wrapped in
Golden lace,
And raindrops trapped among
A lilac storm.
It's more than you she wants,
She wants you whole. 

She wants you.
Like the trees fighting 
Against the Velcro wind,
And song whispering,
Across the ocean waves.
It's always you she wants,
She wants you more. 

She wants you.
Like the gentle touch of
Skin across another's cheek,
And secrets dancing,
Across imagination's sea.
It's more than you she wants,
She wants you free. 

She needs you.
Like panpipes loud in
Fairy dust,
And sunrise low within
That tainted sky. 
It's more than you she wants.
It's you and I. 

Boneata Bell
27.7.15

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