…a dark fantasy

You are a silhouette, in the corners of a dream
my secret fetish, a dark fantasy
again and again the dream rewinds itself
it plays out over and over again
you arrive to me in fragments of midnight
inside the dark theatre of my mind
the most intimate of moments
endlessly replayed in slow motion
your hands tracing constellations
across every surface of my skin
the dangerous intimacy of being truly seen
skin on skin, still tasting you on my tongue
lust and desire, an irreconcilable need
to feel the heat of the flames
I carry the hidden scars of each separation
remembering every touch, every erotic groan
hips to hips, lips to lips
the endless craving for more
even now, I still taste the memories
like dark wine upon my tongue
even now, your absence moves me
with the familiarity of fire
perhaps that is the cruel beauty of longing
almost too lovely, too painful to be endured
my dreams are haunting me
I hear your breathing and I feel it upon my skin
your eyes are the ocean that I am drowning in
soulful, they pull me to you, over and over again
for I am yours and you are mine
©Ann Bagnall