Fantasy

Fantasy
What does it mean?
Who is she,
To me?
For me, or you.
An urge
To fulfil
A feeling
A longing
To see and feel
To smell
That being
To become
Someone else
For an hour, a day, a second
The lust draws us
Pulls us in
Clawing at our inner skin
Changing, morphing
Becoming.

I want to be her
The woman in my mind
The fantasy
I feel her inside me
Aching to be free
To put on those clothes
That face
New lips and eyes
New voice
Oh God!
To be her
One day to live through her
Even for a moment
My eyes close
They open, the fantasy gone.
For now…