Well beyond puberty
And I must admit to
Fantasies of all
Shapes and sizes.
Fantasies of costumes
And sexy disguises.
Fantasies of fruit
Ripe and forbidden,
Fantasies of long legs
Made shapely by
High heels and
Dark stockings.
Fantasies of naked
Playmates oiled
And willing – ready
For all my imagination
Could conjure, and all
My modesty would allow.
Now, beyond puberty,
One fantasy remains.
The pleasure of you,
Lying next to me,
Breathing softly,
Head turned away.
As I softly whisper
I love you, you
Turn and face me
And silently, softly
Touch my lips.