My Fantasy

I have a secret fantasy,

a dream world to which I go.

There I always find you,

and I love you so.

I fantasize about a kiss

that the two of us would share.

about the way your lips would taste

and how I'd linger there.

That our breath should then mingle,

and share the moments sigh,

loosened pent-up passion,

and all it does imply.

Imagined tender touching,

two bodies, soft, caressed.

Quiet in the still night air,

our love will never rest.

When from therein I am called,

I leave with much regret,

later to return again,

to my fantasy's duet.

Paul Allen Rice