Each night when he comes to me we lay there very still, <br />Not a word is spoken, not a word is said, of each we'll have our fill. <br />I feel he's hands around me as he draws me to he's skin, <br />The way I feel about him must surely be a sin. <br /> <br />He holds me to he's nakedness he; s breath is long and slow, <br />I pray that this will last all night that he will never let me go. <br /> <br />I have felt he's kiss so tender and I've also felt he's tears <br />And when he holds me close like this I know that heaven is very near. <br /> <br />But I will never kiss him nor tell him not to go, <br />Because I am not so real you see, <br />I'm just he's damn pillow!<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishful-thinking/
