Love Like Napalm

I want
love like napalm, the
all consuming, raging fire.
I want
a man with a spine who will tell me exactly what he's thinking.
I want
a man who's been there, done that,
and sowed his wild oats.
I want 
a man who walks like he doesn't care
about anything but me,
who speaks in prose
and writes me into poetry, and
I want
a man with a sweet face, 
eyes that say more than a thousand mouths ever could.
I want
a man with big hands and a big heart
with love like napalm,
the all consuming, burning
burning away the lonliness
I've harbored all these years.


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