I want it slow.
I want you slow,
slow and natural.
I want you to do all those things
that are you in the actual.
I want afternoon sun through half open shades,
I want it slow and never to fade.
I want it like that breeze in the night,
grazing my cheek and holding me tight.
I want this motion to be long and slow,
not just for me but so that the world could know