You're My Favorite Fantasy

You're My Favorite Fantasy

I see your name and despite my best efforts I smile. My pulse quickens and my breathing becomes more rapid. I know my face flushes and I shiver. You have the power to move me over miles, to touch my body and soul before I realize it is happening. You're my favorite fantasy.

The day wears on, the sun becoming brighter and stronger causing me to wish for the darkness to come so I can be with you again. The glimpses I have of passion do not hold me through the day well. I long to hear your voice or to have you touch me with your words. I do my work, my eyes downcast and my mind wandering. I picture you in an office, a club, on the street, at the grocery store and each of those images ends with you and I entwined. You're my favorite fantasy.

Driving home I pass strangers and wonder if they know, if they could even guess how much I need you even now. The closer I get to home the more excited I become. I walk in the door shedding my clothes like a second skin. The material binds me and prohibits my hands from feeling skin on skin. I sink to the floor, feeling the miracle again. You're my favorite fantasy.

I go on with my evening, taking you a million ways in my mind. I undress you, touching and tasting your skin. God you taste so good! I can feel your body under my fingertips, feeling you breathe. I can feel you come behind me, your hands curving around me, slowly stroking my body, playing it as though you were a masterful musician, wrenching sounds of love from my lips as I match you step for step on the journey. You're my favorite fantasy.

In my dreams you caress my skin, stroking me to a fever pitch, I wake up, breathing hard, seeing nothing but your face, feeling nothing but your hands caressing me, stroking me. My body screams out as my mind wakens to the fact that you are not really here. I feel the shock of you being torn from me leaving me frustrated, empty, exposed and burning. The sound of your voice echoes through my ears, becoming softer and softer as I strain to keep hearing it. You're my favorite fantasy.

The night presses in, its comforting shadows enveloping me in a blanket of the darkest black. The dark indigo shadows crawl back over the covers, sending shivers down my spine so much like your touch. If I close my eyes I can imagine that they are your hands, caressing and stroking me. I can feel your fingertips as they slide over my chest. I can feel the softness of your palm as you slide your hands lower. You're my favorite fantasy.

As the darkness becomes light and the soft gray of dawn unfolds, I am caught up in what becomes a reality for me. My body, hot from so much passion running through my veins, writhes and twists on the sheets, the cool cotton providing no relief for me. I close my eyes, and suddenly you are there, again, loving me, touching me! As my alarm sounds, I explode from the inside out, crying your name. You're my favorite fantasy.