Desires (139)

I need a bad guy
to love ‘till the end of life,
to hug with my dirty thoughts,
to give death’s kiss,
and him to run into hell to find me back,
to make me his,
to live for me,
to die with me,
to fight the whole world
just to make it ours.
I need a bad guy
to love me every day and night,
‘till I’ll be gone.
Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 139. Thanks for reading.