It was like a fantasy come true
My desires fulfilled by the sensual stroke of your mindful words
Your intensity provoking mine
Wanting to be your fantasy
Pulling away from mine
The wanton ache for you to be the one to fulfill my needs allowed me to ignore my own voice
This trap of choice ensnared me in the ardent focus of your voice
You consume me in ways I want to be consumed
Hypnotized by you, following blindly in the bliss of being seen, the joy of being heard
That I stopped listening to my intuition guiding me to be slow and steady
Meeting you has been so heady that the rush has me drunk on our possibilities
Only after a few days does reality return
Settling me right back in my place
Facing this internal journey to prepare my reality to mix with the fantasy
