Wish Upon a StarThat one star.Brighter than the rest.It always catches your eye.Your guiding star.Wishing star.Star light.Star Bright.But is it there?It may have died.Long ago.What you see is a memory.A ghost.A sideways glance as you pass on the street.An empty chair. A cold pillow.Your Star. A black hole.The light is gone.
How do I lust thee...What is it I thirst for? What do I crave?Why has my appetite made me your slave?How do I lust you? Let me count the ways.(Before I get lost in this carnal haze).Should I start at the top, work my way down?From head to toe, a methodic breakdown.Or should it come from the top of my head?Or a list of best, better, good instead?But it will not matter which way I use.The list is the same however I choose.It will have your smile. It makes me lose control.And those powerful eyes that reach into my soul.Legs. Lips. Slender neck. The list goes on and on.I could write three pages about your ass alone.But every list is the same at the start.Do I call it your brain or call it your heart?It's the way you think (I am impressed).Clever and smart with a little sassy zest.It's your wit, your humor, your quick riposte.The things that are YOU, these things I like most.