For as far back as I can remember being yours was just a fantasy to me.
Even during my most intimate moments you were not physically present but, mentally you were the one to bring me to my climax.
Shame on me!
How can I have my cake and eat it too.
And oh, how sweet it was.
Minds are the only places in which you can do things you so badly want to do but, have cowardly instincts holding you back.
It burns inside such like an interrupted climax.
What if? I wonder.
He is not like you.
Then again he is not you.
He needs me.
I need you.
He has me.
I want you.
You have no idea.
He has no idea, that I have already had your body and soul, time after time, all in my mind.