By Mira
Date: 24 November 2000
Fantasies
Tell me, he said.
Not an outlandish request---
from a man who plumbed my flesh
brought me a hundred times
to a quivering mass of sweet cries,
bitten on my lip
and tasted passion with me.
No...This was my lover asking,
and all of a sudden
my head is empty,
as if I were sixteen
and still hadn't figured out
that what happened in your head
was 90% of lust.
And the problem really,
was that for six months
all i could think of
was sweet love making
or powerful taking
and his kiss is still so potent
that I haven't needed
the lusty daydreams
to fuel the hunger.
But when I do,
I will tell him the sheer daydreams
corsets that offer the tender
locations exotic
and every last sweet erotic thought
without fear
shame or reservation.
Only how do I explain
that he is my every fantasy?
That he will never believe.
And that is the total truth.
I do not need blue tinted imagining
when he is the touch,
the taste,
the one who brings me to white hot
honey satin with a word
a look
or just that catch
when he says my name.
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