I only want you for one thing

And she said
"You only want me for one thing".
I, dumbfounded on one heel
Plans, images and ideals
Falling over each other like a panicked crowd
And then she turned on her heel
And left.
To keep it real
I said, yes
I ain't in it
For the way we move to music
That never made the charts
Or wining and dining
Or pretty galleries of art.
It ain't the quality time I'm interested in
It's what it leads to
I only want you for one thing.

I just want you to touch me
Where others don't
We don't have to be lovers
I want to fill blank spaces
Exploring all of your gifts
Lay down my passions
Press, express, lift
Press, express, lift.
I want feet to find me
And draw me in
The way it should be
I only want you for one thing.

I just want to use
You for the tight
Concentration of the muse
Find rhythms to ride
Make lines fuse and glide
And I want it
To come from deep inside
I want those sleepless nights
Bleary eyed
Stretching to access
Every nuance express
Turning it over and over and over
Until sheets are crumpled and cast aside
Till my pen dries
And skies lighten
I don't even have to like you
Don't be frightened
Just inspire a Haiku
One piece of writing
I be honest,
I ain't even thinking as far as a fling
It's these moments
I only want you for one thing.