I've had many wishes in life.
They said they were to much to ask for.
So these are just simply some simple ones.
                                      
The feel of your luscious lips softly hugging mine.        

Our hearts completely in sync but still racing to see who can beat faster.    

A frozen tongue from over flowing nervousness.                              

And your soft fingers caringly curved between mine, creating a perfect pattern.                          

Is that too much to ask for?

That bottle was the treasure, those pills were gold and I was the dark blue lake that was going to consume them.  
One by one, week by week.    
The lake added to its gold.      
It multiplied until there was enough to fill the treasure that was once empty.  
The lake destroyed passing ships to acquire this gold.
Ships that loved and adored this lake.  
It did this because that was the only act it knew how to do.
It knew no other way.
This lake felt guilty for the actions it had committed.
It took the treasure it worked so hard to get and consumed it into the lowest darkest depths it could find.
The lake bashed and bashed at It's  restraints until they all broke down.
That lake flowed out until it soon dried out and the only thing left was the empty treasure.