Maybe In Fantasy
Maybe in Fantasy
I’ll invoke my essence there
Within a touch for her
Beyond the expression of her
And so she can only moan and feel and experience me
And know real
What height is and what depth will be
What I touch, that I am
Because if I choose to exude my life into her
She must be prepared to journey
Searching irrevocable intimacy
There is ecstasy in the struggle for peace
And levels of infinite showers
Flux like the heart beat
Incarcerated in the rhythm we are both found
Maybe in fantasy
Desire wills like the return of breath
When the soul almost escapes
Because your drowning
Witnessing yearning that surpasses necessity
Our daily bread
I would be nothing if your desire didn’t breath for me
And I would starve if your need weren’t fulfilled in me
So I go to that place where no one else will go
And I’ll wait for heaven and earth to pass away
And I’ll be for you, always, that
Maybe in fantasy
My thoughts are carnivorous
And I smell her soul’s sex
And so I lurk to devour all of her
Greatly, til there’s nothing left
Absolutely nothing left
Not of me, not of her, not of time, not of words
Nor remnants of love
Yet I thirst
My mouth is dry and my being suffers to be
Only inside of thee
Maybe in fantasy
I’ll invoke my essence there
Within a touch for her
Beyond the expression of her
And so she can only moan and feel and experience me
And know real
What height is and what depth will be
What I touch, that I am
Because if I choose to exude my life into her
She must be prepared to journey
Searching irrevocable intimacy
There is ecstasy in the struggle for peace
And levels of infinite showers
Flux like the heart beat
Incarcerated in the rhythm we are both found
Maybe in fantasy
Desire wills like the return of breath
When the soul almost escapes
Because your drowning
Witnessing yearning that surpasses necessity
Our daily bread
I would be nothing if your desire didn’t breath for me
And I would starve if your need weren’t fulfilled in me
So I go to that place where no one else will go
And I’ll wait for heaven and earth to pass away
And I’ll be for you, always, that
Maybe in fantasy
My thoughts are carnivorous
And I smell her soul’s sex
And so I lurk to devour all of her
Greatly, til there’s nothing left
Absolutely nothing left
Not of me, not of her, not of time, not of words
Nor remnants of love
Yet I thirst
My mouth is dry and my being suffers to be
Only inside of thee
Maybe in fantasy
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