If I Had

if I had but one wish.
but one wish
to last my lifetime.
to touch you.

to caress your soft skin,
to feel the planes and valleys.
the hair touseled expanse
of your chest.
my fingers roaming gently,
tracing the contours
that I love so much

a caress, a touch.
to last my lifetime.
to remember the landscape
of who you are


to touch you
with healing hands,
that could erase
your hurt, your unease.
to pass my thoughts
through my fingers
and show you
the wonders of my love


my fingers featherlike
dancing down your back.
along the gentle rise
of your buttocks
and across the muscles
of your calves.


my nails gently drawn
across your tender flesh.
my lips tracing
the passage of my nails


to run my hands
across you belly.
my fingers tracing
a man, sculptured
from the finest clay


of flesh and warmth,
the living, breathing
soul of the man
that you are.


to whorship you.
as you so deserve
in awe of the man
that I know.


if I had but one wish.
but one wish,
to last my lifetime.
to touch you...