You are Fantasy

Fantasy man, you spin my dreams
and though your face I’ve never seen,
your words alone are quite enough
to build, engage, release my lust.

Touch my soul. Oh, God you’re hot!
You pull my nipples to a knot
and wet my thighs release small sighs
then draw my whimpers into cries.

This cannot be! I can’t believe
that from a thousand miles you weave
impassioned, wanton, carnal thirst
that can’t be slaked nor be reversed.

Dear lover please, send me your words,
poetic voice or sonnet verse.
Just something that will bring your heart
though we must e’er remain apart.

For you've a love, and so do I,
whose love and trust we’ll not put by
for sake of sex nor dark desires
to quell these roaring inner fires.

I’ll go on feeling phantom thrust
as words lift me like fairy dust
and give me wings, but for a time
I’ll dream a life where you are mine.