Fantasy
As the whispering cry of the wind on a cold night, you haunt me-
Magically appearing in my thoughts and dreams, consuming me-
Until all my reasoning leaves and I lose my sight, changing my focus-
All of my attention falls to you.
Your strength pulls me towards you,
Capturing me in a cage of sensuality.
I feed upon scraps of what once existed,
Enticed by what could have happened.
Like the pitter-patter of rain on a window sill, I hear you-
From memories we’ve shared, you fill my mind, I can see you-
My fantasies march with full-force against my will, driving my hunger-
All of my heart and body wants you.
Loving not only who you are,
But also who I am when you are near,
Passionate, fervent, breathless, ablaze,
Hopelessly looking for just one more gaze.
As a young child, standing before her first sunrise, you inspire me-
I feel your warmth, streaming from you, uninterrupted, you engulf me-
Setting my soul on fire, capturing my every desire, enticing me-
You control my every move.
Your personality and style engage me,
An angel with a heart of gold,
A soul mate, a perfect union,
Epitome of a match made in Heaven.
I long to dance, our bodies intimately joined, to a sweet tune-
Soaring from cloud to cloud, embracing you-
Gliding, hand-in-hand across time, leaving all behind-
The world disappears; it’s just me and you.
Copyright © Tiffany Cochran | Year Posted 2005
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