Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

Wishful Thinking - Poem by Ruth warren

Each night when he comes to me we lay there very still,
Not a word is spoken, not a word is said, of each we'll have our fill.
I feel he's hands around me as he draws me to he's skin,
The way I feel about him must surely be a sin.

He holds me to he's nakedness he; s breath is long and slow,
I pray that this will last all night that he will never let me go.

I have felt he's kiss so tender and I've also felt he's tears
And when he holds me close like this I know that heaven is very near.

But I will never kiss him nor tell him not to go,
Because I am not so real you see,
I'm just he's damn pillow!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 17, 2006

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