Day Dreaming

There is a speech forming in my mind:
"Excuse me, but something is
very wrong here."
Every day I think of you more
and my thoughts wander
over all the subjects I dare not breach--
but most of all it's
one word
that composes me in
desire.
And you are no help
sitting there
laying there
laughing crying,
smiling, doing anything
lying there.
You draw me more clearly each day
I grow degenerate, you are
generative
illuminative of
some maniac sex fiend.
But of course I'll never tell you
Maybe it all comes down to
that I want you
more than I have every wanted anyone.
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry. I was daydreaming."