Wishing with You
Wishes with my Dear Lover
One, Two, Three
I pick off the petals of our wishing flower of love
One, Two, Three
I scatter them round me is a twirl of praise for You my dear King
Four, Five, Six
I skip a beat in my heart for I know that You are near me
Four, Five, Six
The sound of Your footsteps are the beats in my soul
Seven, Eight, Nine
I feel You embrace me from behind and wrap me with Your strong arms
Seven, Eight, Nine
Your masculine frame presses up against my small feminine body
Ten, Eleven, Twelve
And You whisper in my ear so tenderly it gives me chills
"Make a wish my darling, I love you"
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Rachel Lundy
I write stories and love poems about my beloved husband.
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