Wish Upon a Star

I stood outside last night, at midnight, gazing up at the Milky Way, leaning back in the arms of my lover. It really was a moment to treasure. I felt protected and loved. Occasionally a Perseids' meteor streaked overhead, leaving a bright trail across the night.

Physical touch is not something that happens very often or very spontaneously. It tends to be, like everything else in my life, a case of me telling, and Mr Spanner doing what I ask. Last night was special just because I didn't have to tell him to hold me.

I wish for more moments like this.