allow the clichés

I need you so much.

Your shy smile.

Your voice
telling me
not to cry.

I want you so much.

Your lost look.

Your quick fingers
running through my
messed up hair.

I want you to be rough.

Pull my hair down.

Make me feel sorry
for being such
a bad girl.

I want you to be clever.

Allow the clichés.

Send me flowers
with a card asking me
to take my clothes off.