I feel your stares
Phantom hands clawing
Grabbing thrusting clinging
You must feel me too
Aching pulsing dripping longing
Though my fantasies must surely be
Better
Desire is a veil we both wear
You must wonder
How deep I can be
How sweet soft giving
And you so strong smart caring
Lasting
But
Truth tends to disappoint.

© Crystal S. McDonald.