Cold, starless nights

...and I long for you...

("If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride....")

I want to be riding on a horse with you, behind you, holding on, riding through the moonlight along the beach...making love to the sounds of waves crashing...oh the things I think of/dream of/hope for....and my life is parceled between these images/dreams/desires....

If I am not careful I will be wishing my life away.

Can you feel my pulse quicken, my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat as there are no words - as you take me in your arms and kiss me like you have thousands of times before...

....only in dreams...