The Christmas Wish
I beg the Christmas Angel to grant me one wish...Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing. Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches. Then, a hand covers mine. I gasp. "Is it really you?" Your kiss answers, replenishing me. We drip with need, becoming one again underneath the Christmas tree, showering one another with deathless love. You promise, "...