I love…
…that you have such class, style and elegance yet at times when we are alone you’re my adorable, delightful and untamed “wild thing”.
 
Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port-
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
Tonight in thee!