Fantasy or Truth
When I see you,
I want to have you,
yet, I don’t know if I would
know what to do.
When water is splashed upon your body,
the droplets cascading off olive skin,
the beauty raising bumps of arousal
would that I taste the emotion.
I imagine having you,
teeth biting the strings of your bikini,
revealing your naked delight to my eyes,
to know I can have you, caress you, tease you,
gives me pleasure to simply imagine.
I would if you might like, unbutton your jeans,
slide my hands inside to feel the silk that sweet
covets your center, and manipulate my fingertips
in such a manner to cause you gasp.
In truth as I stand nearby you waiting for my coffee,
I’ve already undressed you – please, ready yourself.