The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Aug 13, 2003
Fantasy
2001
Her voice on the telephone at the end of your long day
Sweeps up the entire empty you are feeling away.
Fire courses through your veins
Your voice exhales as you say her name
You listen to every breath she makes
You know that courage is all it takes
To tell her about the way you feel
Too late, conversation over, its all too real.
As you lay down alone inside your bed
You think about all the words you could have said
You close your eyes and she's materialized
The woman you have chosen for your life
Somewhere within your world of dreams
Wishful thinking creates a splitting seam
Between the realities of how it is
Clothed in the fantasy of the midnight mist.
You can smell her next to you,
Your woman is here beside you,
You hear the sounds of her deep breathing
See the gentle swell of her ribs quickening
You can reach out to touch her soft skin
Free the moment to let making love begin
Explore the invitation upon her lips
Nestle into the gentle sway of her hips.
Your dreams disturb your sleep
You hear the sound of her heart beat
She is all around you, her taste, her touch, her scent,
Caught up in the visions that midnight hour has sent
You turn towards her tenderly
Stroke her body with your need
Needing her to promise she will stay
When dream of the night turn into reality of the day.
