It's only sometimes that I wish something,
Well, really.

Sometimes I wish that she had never come,
Other times, I wish that I had never gone.
Sometimes I wish that my fantasies come true,
Other times, I wish that I wasn't made to rue.

Sometimes I wish that I would get who I deserve,
Other times, I wish that I don't get my heart broken.
Sometimes I wish that me a succubus may attack,
Other times, I wish that I don't get tired of my hand.

But then I get visions of past forgotten in the wee hours,
Well, really.

And it ain't really a pretty memory,
She was meaty & soft but not loving.
I know that I didn't intend to relive it,
Not with her and of that, I am definite.