The things I wish,
Number only a few,
A happy future,
For me and for you.
That I could wake up
One 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 know
How 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.
