Oh If

Oh, if but that your heart would see, as mine doth surely bleed

I’d never wonder just how or when, I last your pleasure freed

Oh, if but that your fingers touched, in soft caress, tender pleasure, honest bliss

If in your eyes was writ the sign, that you were loving this

Oh, if but that you simply cared, enjoyed the touch as much

Your fingers found, the eagerness, your hands they then surround

 Oh, If but that our passing time, in hastiness thus shared

Was something more than functions done, my lonely sadness spared

Oh, if but that a heartfelt desire, to tease, to please, to satisfy

Within your lips and hands did lie, of this I would decry

Oh, if but that your passive stroke, inspired a sigh of sheer delight

Instead of just a duty paid, a debt, a chore, eyes closed firmly tight

Oh, if but that my fingers touch, with yearning could you thrill

No near as much as all I feel, when seeking to fulfill

Oh, if but that I somehow knew, just how I might confess

To knowing that no matter how, I’ll never conquer this

Oh, if but that I could see, with passions rushing through

My hands to you or yours to me, as either much would do

Oh, if but that you could be, the lover loving free

And I could be, the one to be, when you are loving me

The End 

© 2010, Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks