I am a terrible lover.
I will wake you up in the middle of the night
just to point out the beauty of the moonlight
as it dances through the window.
I will pull your arm around me
even when you say that you aren’t into cuddling.
I will lay across your chest in the early morning hours
stealing a few more moments for myself
even as the alarm begs you out of bed.
I expect you to understand that I need you
in slow breaths.
I am a selfish woman.
I will tell you to kiss me in the midst of your anger.
Demanding love
even if it endangers your speech.
And I will call on you to smile
no matter the pile of bulshit laid at our feet.
I expect a warrior,
who feels blessed to have me.
A man in my corner not willing to lose.
I am a bold partner.
I will blatantly ask for hugs when I am down
and reassurance when I am frustrated.
I will tell you when I’ve had enough
of your attitude.
I will bat my eyelashes to get my way
and ask that you never turn away from my anger.
I expect you to love me with the lights on.
Following my voice as if it were a love song.