Word for the day

Desire.  

What a good word.  

"Want" is so boring and fleeting and fickle.

"Urge" is momentary and pedestrian and easily suppressed.

But desire.  It just rolls off the tongue. 

Desire.

I want and feel an urge to be desired.  Craved.  Longed for.

My own list isn't very long, but it is quite specific.

I desire tattoos.  Nothing tribal, cellblock, barbed or misspelled though.

I crave strong arms.  Some girls go for backsides, some fall for abs.  Me?  I'm all about the triceps.  Weird, but true.

I long for eyes that tell the truth.    Although, a nice set of honest, juicy lips wouldn't hurt either.

Desire.

Don't get me wrong, I want employed.  I have a pretty strong urge toward the motorcycle owning.  And, I wouldn't argue against a good, strong 401k.

But I crave and long for the kind of desire that keeps you up nights and dreams away your days.  Heart racing, toe curling, can't-fight-it-for-one-more-second, they-write-novels-about-this-under-assumed-identities desire.

Mmm.

Yes, please.

Oh, and I also desire cake that doesn't make you fat, coffee that replenishes itself, and world peace.

But I'll start with the arms.