A Desire

I do not ask for Casablanca,
neither An Affair to Remember;
quite frankly, I am no Sabrina -
we need not be Made For Each Other.

I have no need for cards or candies
or bouquets of dozen-roses red;
I do not ask to be wooed on knees,
or somebody to tumble with in bed:

I am not seeking my One True Love -
the one that poets often write of -
just the thrilling tickle of a crush,
the type that turns your insides into mush …

Please, not for me
a sweet or passionate romance:
just someone who’ll
cause a wet spot on my underpants.