20091223 03:32, February 14, 2011 (UTC)

I want to be outsourced to Antartica
I want to pretend we had foot fetishes
I want to walk for hours after walking for hours
I want to go to Meadowlily, drunk & drowning
I want to observe in the light until red
I want to give head. Proper
I want to dance. Proper
I want to wake up with my nose in your back. Or vice versa
I want to bathe together
I want to taste your blueberry pie
I want to fix the swings
I want to find out I can’t fly
I want to be taken early Christmas morning so that I’mn’t taken away until Sunday’s noon
I want to be fucked. Not vice versa
I want to know truth from lie
I want to find that second 4B
I want to vanish away to nowhere for days
I want to share an apartment
I want to play chess
I want to experiment absurdiem
I want to discuss books we’ve lent
I want to read your writing
I want to have your sweater
I want to have you smooth my unfair
I want to pull off skin
I want to satisfy
I want to burn
I want to steal your hair
I want to taste your eyes
I want to model
I want to dine
I want to golf
I want to hold security
I want to discuss freely
I want to carry the cement block
I want to taste liqueur
I want to hear you sneeze
I want to be the alien who takes
I want to see you in my suit
I want to sit around in dresses
I want to hear hourglass rants, especially on relating multivariable calculus to the English opening
I want to know why it is that my wants are asked of, even after I state them
I want to know the wants you don’t want me to know
I want to climb trees
I want to rage
I want to hang
I want to lick the insides of your cheeks
I want to lick the outsides of your cheeks
I want to choke sober