Something sturdy

 calls to me--

The scent of your skin,

shine of eyes, gleam of wit.

Low voice, just the timbre to

shiver my bones.

Even your blue jeans know

as they fit you perfectly.

Charisma oozes out of every pore.

It's not your words or your gifts,

but the perfect safety

paired with unpredictability--

I never know what plan you'll spring,

joke you'll tell,

but you will end the day

in my arms.

"Need" is too feeble

to describe my

compulsion for you.