I crave you,

As I do the poetry of

Robert Burns,

Dark chocolate,

And the smell of a stale cigar.

I crave you,

As I do the feel

Of rough cut tweed

And whiskers

And your soft silken hair.

Just a little bit of your cologne

Flares my nostrils.

Just a little bit of you

Makes me heady,

Intoxicates me.

It seems I can only have

Just a little bit of you.

Maybe that is all I need.

-jenn