as the hostage i would like to make a few demands of my own. convention does not rule against this. i want to wet your mouth with mine, in a kiss that will take us places conversation will never visit. i want the ransom abandoned and the police closing in. i want to be the vessel that holds the scent i inhale from your skin. i want the high speed car chase. i want to spend more hours than the night is allowed to have with you, naked and overwhelmed. i want the armed stand-off. i want to undress you in the sun. i want snipers in the windows across the street. i want you to reveal to me more than all your photographs ever will. i want the sounds of boots in the hallway.