Ask me if,
In fantasy,
I find
Some grateful
Giving.
Go on.
I’m still waiting……
OK, I’ll tell you,
A secret
I am living.
When cares of day
Are
Overwhelming
And bills
Are mounting high,
I close my eyes
And recollect
When there was
Just we two.
And sigh…
For all the days
When loving
Filled
In sensuous
Of wonder,
When clothes were torn
And eyes
Locked, fixed,
And hands grew
To push asunder
Inhibitions,
Closet thoughts,
Portraits of
Purest
Giving,
Where neither
Questioned
What was entailed
In loving
And in living,
Where meekest souls,
Naïve in ways,
Fuelled future,
Died, emerged,
Reborn.
Ending days
In loving arms.
Ecstasy in reality,
Nothing
Felt forlorn
Go on, now,
I’m asking you,
Tell me,
What would
Your pleasure be?
To stray or fix
Your eyes on one
Who has loved
And still
Loves today?
I’m sure there are some fantasies
I ought to put aside,
To free my mind from imagery
I keep down deep inside,
But sharing them, in actions,
All for the one I love,
I feel this is a gift I’m given,
Imagination from above.
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