I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
by cricketjeff on January 5, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I wanna make love in the back of a car
With our feet getting caught in the seats
I wanna find out if you’ll take things too far
When giving me sweet little treats
I wanna be silly and naughty and rude
And play on the beach in the dark in the nude

I wanna plant kisses that tickle your knees
And then on a spot in between
I wanna creep up and then give you a squeeze
Or goose you without being seen
I wanna go crazy and chase you around
The do what I want when you’re quite tightly bound

I wanna watch “Batman” and not see a frame
Too busy unzipping your skirt
I wanna treat life as an unending game
Where rule number one is “You flirt”
I wanna be there when you step in the bath
When damp on the ceiling’s the sure aftermath!

I wanna do things that I didn’t do then
I wanna love you all the time
I wanna make love until you’re screaming “WHEN”
Don’t tell me you think that’s a crime
And if you don’t want me then that’s OK too
‘Cause more than the Moon I want what’s best for you!

Author notes
Well, aren’t there things you wanna do too?