I want to play with you for hours like
Nintendo in 1987, staring
At your breasts until my eyes hurt
And water up. I want my fingers
Crawling and climbing
Through the dungeons and mountains of your body,
Pushing all your buttons in the right
Combinations. It doesn't matter
If I get carpal tunnel syndrome, or
Seizures from over-exposure.
I want to be the hero of your saga, fair maiden,
And when at last I win your heart
I’ll press reset and win it again.