dear universe,

please give me a new lover for christmas
one with eyes that shine with longevity
a smile that tempts the angels from heaven
abs to defy my steely resolve
and a heart made to eventually be broken

I wish me love in lottery jackpot proportions
above and beyond all possible expectations
like two years in india learning tantra
under road trip wheels and fire brands
yes, give me fire on sticks and chains

I need the rugged ******* to my sadist
with versatility for control sometimes
variety being the spice of life
twist his ivory grin into moans for me
send me to his secret pleasure

I know that everything is possible
that today I can be unexpectedly in his dreams
a face he recognizes in his soul
searching but not knowing that he is
unaware of this silver thread

let him find me hidden in plain sight
right next to the thing he forgot
in the place he now remembers
what he needed but didn't know until now
let me be that fulfillment

I want him for my advent
a sweet treat every day until the ******
where the gift we give each other is our presence
and then we give over and over again
this mission without need of mistletoe to begin

so I will send out this supplication of longing
for touch and kiss and ecstacy of flesh
I will focus desire into manefestation
breathed into reality with incense and sage
until his fingertips find my cheek
and we are joined

I am your finished concoction,
of what you're inspired to write,
Born on your blank piece of paper,
Developed from deepest insights,

I may toy with your inner feelings,
Bared from the depths of your heart,
My aim is to enter a strangers mind,
From memories never to depart,

My desire is to be reborn again,
By anyone who's willing to read me,
Be now your inspired manefestation,
Your dear departed poetry.