I wish I could be a creature in silk for you.

I wish I could be a taut limb to kiss and linger upon. A bared collarbone, a shoulder, the subtle back of a knee.

I wish I could be the one whose touch electrifies, the pulse to inspire.

I wish I could be the keeper of your desire; capture it, bottle it, taste it on my tongue, savor it for all time.

But…

I am the girl who wakes up beside you and greets you each day with a smile and a kiss.

I am the girl who makes the coffee and the gin and tonic and keeps both stocked in the cabinet.

I am the girl who plans and cooks the meals and sits opposite you while sharing our days.

I am the girl who waits patiently for your return while planning our weekend getaways.

I am the girl who shares my secrets, hears your pains, and keeps our dreams in hopes of what may be.

I am this plebeian reality; not the creature of dreams, but I will give you all.

I wish, oh, how I wish I could.