Is that all you want? A hug?
Oh, E, oh! I need so much more!
I need you to roll up the rug!
I need us to tear up the floor.

I need to caress your sweet-framed face,
to put you in a trance,
as I glide you from place to place,
in a soft, warm late autumn dance.

And then you’ll take me by the hand,
and lead me where you will:
up stairs, down halls, to promised lands,
where our volcanic intensity thrills.

Where days, weeks, months, years of craving
moves and melts into fun misbehaving.