This intoxicating feeling,

Washing over me like the swapping of sweat between bodies in heat,

rhythmic  motion in tune,

Gears fitting in grooves, lubricated with no tension

It’s all perfect, everything that I imagined it to be,

The irony of daydreams never coming to life

as I stare at you across the room

looking aloof and paying no mind to my gaze

Our eyes lock for moments,

and I embarassedly look away with color creeping into my cheeks.

Pessimist Poet’s Words for Thought

“Everyone lusts. Everyone Fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.” -Jayne Rylon