The Things I Wish
The things I wish,Number only a few,A happy future,For me and for you. That I could wake upOne dark grey morn,And all light I need,Situated at my side. To feel against me,The touch of your hand,Love, you don't knowHow much that is in demand. The powerful caress,Of hands not my own,Writhing and pulling,Eliciting a moan. But the things I wish,Not soon to come true,At least not yet,Not for me and you.