A sexual muse.

Distance engulfs the miles, as I knew it always had.

Yet still you wander at ease at random points,

my sexual desire, my pleasurable muse

the unseen fantasy as my fingers explore

needing more.

The door closed many moons ago,

we both know, as the final strands slip by

and life takes grip of our fantasies and

shows us the realities.

Distance engulfed the miles,

from the very first smile.

And sometimes for a fleeting moment I see you

as I dream, smiling eyes burdened and held down

or a whisper of your voice enticing me in.

And for that moment I wonder still

how good it could’ve been.

Bare sexual pleasure spilling from

our naked bodies

unsaid truths

and unspoken desire.

Distance engulfs the miles as I knew it always would.

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