Missing Lover Poem by Anna Cellmer

I wish you were here
My lovely deare
I wish you'd take me
To our secret place
In the mountains' alley
I wish you lied by me
I need you to touch me
I wish to take your head
With my fingertips
I wish you were with me
I wish you touched me there
I wish you could run
Your fingers along my back
I wish you kissed me
In my neck
I wish to feel your lips again
I wish you could find the way
Inward me
I wish your hands
I wish your touch so bad
I miss you my lover man
I miss you as no one else
I wish we could go farther
Inside of us
I wish to know
What means the real orgasm
I wish my Lover
Came back to me
Not only in my dream