Imagine

Close your eyes.

Imagine

the perfect body.

Everything you could ever want in another:

same height, same weight, and all her curves

in all the right places.

Two perfect little handfuls,

tug-able hair and hips I just want to pull close.

I can see my fingers running through her hair,

tracing her lips

to neck

to color bone

to cleavage

to ribs

to hips

to thighs

to knees

to calves

to two cute feet.

I can see the kisses trail I make

back up the way I just came down

(except to course some brief side trips to

secret ‘hot’ spots and trigger points).

I worship this body, love it and

learn it’s sacred bits.

But when I go to kiss her,

all I feel is

you.

Your heart pumping,

body shaking,

panty wetting,

breath taking,

kiss.

confusion

fear

annoyance

fatigue

avoidance

resignation

and so many thoughts

coursing through me

tangling in upon one another

over and over and over and over

what to do?

what to do?

what to do?