You are my fantasy, sculpted like a figure out of ancient times, your body can make a nun wet and want to renounce her vows. But you're a fantasy, only to be touched with the critical eye and dreamed about with a lustful mind. The dream can be sensual with thoughts of pleasure with tongue, teeth, lips and trembling hands grasping at muscles and soft flesh. You are my fantasy and I can explore every part of your being with my minds eye. No, I don't believe in love at first sight that is just a trick of light. I believe that I am meant to caress your body with my hands. I believe I am meant to grind my hips on top of you till you cry my name. I believe I am meant to feel your hard length to the depths of my soul. I don't think like this and I don't talk like this on a regular, but this is where thoughts of you take me. Heart beating, palms sweating, lips massaging, hands exploring, orgasms exploding, wetness trickles down my inner thigh and all of this is with just one thought of you. This is what you do to my mind and body with mental images swimming around my temporal lobe. You are my fantasy, destined to be tasted only once and longed for by the body. Captivating my senses with just a look, mocha skin making my mouth water. Chocolate is relief to my taste buds, its my only satisfaction because you are a forbidden taste, but I know you taste just like chocolate. Flavor invades my lips, wanting it to be tasted by lower lips, I feel you. Can I, just for one night, find your soft spot and delve my tongue into each and every dip you posses and ooh how facial hair rubbing my inner thigh can stimulate every nerve ending I have. Soft music, candlelight, fruit strategically placed, this is how I see you, this is where I want you. You are my fantasy only to be tasted once and dreamed about throughout time and I will you know. Dream about all of the positions and sensations that could be a part of who we are. I want to be lost inside of you as if we are one and not in the forever sense, just in an erotic sense. Make my legs quake with full thrusts and hit my spot on every downward stroke. I want this, no, I need this because without this I exist on a plain of unfulfilled desires that can be quenched only by you. I don't want you to be my soul mate, I just want you to shake my soul till all that's left of me is a shell. Intimacy, the ultimate destination and I want you to ride with me on the road to ecstasy. You can bring this to me lover, sensuality personified, you have me. You are my fantasy captivating all that I am set forth in a trance, turned into a feign. You are....
