Love’s Sweet Fantasy

By Barbara Lynn Terry

I saw them there on the sofa

my sister and her best friend

kissing, cuddling, and caressing the other

in love’s sweet passion of lesbian abandon.

I crept down the stairs as quietly as I could

my hand sliding on the banister of wood

to see them each fondling love’s sweet canal

as they played with each other’s breasts.

Oh how I wished that I could be

one of them so filled with love

for each other, and not a care in the world

except this passion between girl and girl.

I crept back up to my room

and slid beneath the sheets

where my finger and clitoris would meet

dreaming of a love like I had seen.