Special Someone

I wish I had a someone to have morning coffee with. I wish I had a someone to talk to, share and to please. Someone I’d be myself around, accepted and at ease, I’d make him yummy breakfast, lunch and dinner. He’d be “the one”, my “one and only winner”. In bed with him I’d play and be a sinner. I would care for him when he is fit and strong, I’d love and accept him even if he’s wrong. I’d travel with him to sometimes meet the dawn. I’d care for him if he is weak or seriously sick. I would love to spoon him every night in his precious sleep. Our emotional connection would be sincerly deep. At night I’d massage his back muscles that are tense. Some of our days together would be so intense That we’d reconsider and perhaps change our stance. In fact, my special someone would have his own private space. And so would I. Before parting I’d kiss him and embrace Even if we part for few hours, not mentioning long days. I would like to share with him my darkest secrets, dearest dreams. They may be silly, outrageous, or impossible, it seems, But he’d encourage me to go on, together as a team. With him I’d feel respected as a human being, Madly desired as a woman and so worth seeing My different moods and reinforce my wellbeing. What’s interesting is that we’re a pair of equals. Yes we are partners, not in crime, we are no victims. In our relationship there is no place for dictum. I’d know him inside out and I would still want more, Not a story, a small detail would I ignore, Sometimes I’d find myself with him at a high soar Or down low when all is wrong, in the dirty gutter. But it doesn’t matter, we’ll simply close the shutters And make love and express our grief in a wild flutter. What’s important we value communication. We don’t shut the other off in desperation, Or in anger, disappointment or frustration. We’re simply together – that says it all. And everytime I’d give you a call I’d hear “Hey bun, ready to rock-n-roll?