My Aspirations

What I want to be
When I grow up
Is the summer wind that runs through your hair,
That caresses your soft face,
And wraps around you in a blanket of warmth.
I want to be the cold ocean water
That laps at your bare toes
And leaves you suddenly breathless
When you bathe yourself in it.
I want to be the green grass
On which you lay
And which tickles your body
In just the right places.
I want to be the gentle sun
Shining on every inch of your exposed skin
And warming you pleasurably
So that you know it's me.
I want to be everything that touches you.
I want to be everything that makes you happy.
I want to be yours.