Superlative Lust

Who is she? Where is she? Hyper imaginative sensual being I envision her to be, my type, while I play out scenarios and encounters that lead from our bed to the alter where we exchange our vows of everlasting love. And if discovered that she has a husband, a boyfriend, a lover, well then we shall simply expedite the divorce, the breakup, the heartbreak. Too much? Too soon? Too crazy? Can love and its pursuit of fulfillment really be that unfamiliar with such measures? "I suppose we shall be the first my love" I say to her as I stare deeply at those delicious lips sweetly posed above the shoulder, eyes starring back at the world. When can we meet I wonder? Where shall we travel to? What shall we toast to? "Siempre viva live forever. We shall, together as one".