The naked space between us
haunts my hopeful hands.
that only feel full when fondling
your fantastical femininity.
Seeking the spooning that leads to swooning,
soon to be a sensuous conflagration
of two powerful imaginations.
The unreality of your eye candy
is like discovering a chocolatier
choosing magic cocoa beans
for their concoctions,
providing comfort to those with
a salivating sweet tooth.
I am glad of the glade
given to wander and wonder
around the otherworldliness of your oeuvre.
A tantalizing totality that tempts
while entreating each exigency
with enthusiasm and empathy.
Fabulist faith forms
through the forgotten familiarity
rediscovered.
