#WritcoPoemChallenge
If only wishes can come true,
I have one or two or maybe a few,
And they're all about you,

I lay in an empty bed,
longing.
Hoping for hours on end ,
for the touch of someone.

My body aches for the warm embrace.
The slightest touches turn into a blaze,
within me.
My stomach jumps,
does circles around and around.

My aches grow more and more desperate,
each passing day.
The loneliness stays for...