I want

everything you can't give;

the love and time

of warm protection,

that simple something

of pain's protection.

You want

everything I can't give;

the safe spot nestled

between my thighs,

the home of

honey dripped lies.

I take

the thing you give;

the games of bodies:

hands and tongues searching,

carnal fights

of having and reaching.

You take

the thing I give;

the naïve affection

of a willing girl,

the offering of heart

all free to your whirl.

I wanted

-you took.

You wanted

-I took.