Three Wishes…

I dream of you, even with my eyes open.
The smiles that come to your lips. I flush red in my thoughts of you.
I ache for you. My desires, unfulfilled until I can touch you…
Holding your hand would be the best of three wishes granted until I realized I had two more.
The second wish… Your lips…
I would do no more than wish but to beg to kiss them…
With the third wish, I find hard to put into words…
Should I try?
Should I dare?
Aren’t words and thoughts and even wishes like these forbidden?
Does the world even allow the freedom of such passion released or even unreleased?
I am a slave to that final wish. Chained at your feet…
Hoping the first two wishes are granted over and over again…
The final wish is yours…
It has always been yours…
I love you…

T.L Stafford
4/12/2018

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31 comments

  1. Beautifully written. I wish I could hit the LIKE button more then one time… And that I had better words to describe your poem. But a Wow! is simply what comes to my mind.

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