Fantasy

by Megan Jean   Sep 23, 2004


What is it you have done to me?
This feeling so new, I can’t explain
It keeps me awake at night
Tossing and turning on flowered linen
You consume my every thought
I long to feel your hot breath on my body
I hunger for your warm kisses
Your wandering hands upon me
Your strong, reassuring embrace
And your gentle nibbles on my nape
I become so entwined with these visions of you
I imagine the pure ecstasy of giving you myself
My mind is consumed with acts unimaginable to me before
Then reality hits
And you are no longer with me
But thousands of miles away again
A tear runs down my cheek
And my heart grows dense with longing
Until the day comes when I can be in your arms
I must only dream
And you shall remain but a fantasy

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