OH HOW I WISH, that one night I could lay next to your sweetness as you sleep.
Waking you up and turning your body over with grace as a beautiful linen sheet, without the argument of NO, but with the beckoning of YES, parting your letter Y to reach the ultimate dream of blissful reality.
Yes, your softness and your compassion for my body upon you and subdued in you.
OH HOW I WISH, that an evening passes that you fall deep in sleep while I’m awake, Knowing that I can and shall depart my solemn of work and thought to undergo the pleasure of men.
Take my love, which I feel for so intensively. To be the one who awakens you with pleasure only known to Angels.
OH HOW I WISH, that the position you fall asleep in is a signal for my arrival to land where no one but I have the pleasure.
OH HOW I WISHshall be only words on your lips. To be heard by only me.
Cannot your heart, your beat of tenderness hear me call out to you in between the sheets?
OH HOW I WISHThat I could roll over endlessly to the one I love, filling your portal of birth, life, and immortality with my manly structure.
Without the sound of a sobbing, uncompassionate, invisible love felt “NO.”
OH HOW I WISH, I did not have to put my words upon paper for you to know the concern I suffer.
When the women I love, who resembles the stars, holds the power of the moon, will reconcile to my agenda.
I’m hoping that my agenda is yours one day. Before I, say good- bye to life and hello to the music of heaven.
Place yourself in my shoes so you would feel what I feel.
That my love for you unfolds.
I look upon you every day, with passion amongst passion.
Love only gives to the one who’s worthy.
You are the one that I live for, pray for, and cherish.
What have I done to have to think of a verse so painful to say?
OH HOW I WISHyou be true.
It is me who peeps through the barriers of your heart and soul.
It is I who holds you dear to the gates of heaven.
It is I who loves you. Day light cast no shadows, but the night cast the shadow of your figure, so graciously.
Upon the sheets and covers you have no mercy.
The grooves that you have, strangle the bed for it cannot adjust to you.
Where do I fit in when the night sheets have the pleasure to endure you?
Why not me being the one in sight of your love never ending?
I grow jealous my dear, Oh how I grow jealous of them sheets.
May I cut in to this dance that you do so well, as you toss and turn at night.
Can I dance with you my dear?
Can I dip you where you need to be dipped?
Can I spin you out of control to only grab you in a sudden stop! — taking your breath away.
OH HOW I WISHthat one night I could embark on this journey.
But imagination is the closes I will ever get to this reality in which I seek.
Please…… Say it isn’t so. This is my Love Tears…Letter
I’M ABOUT TO GO