Her name lingers at the tip of my tongue,
where I wish her body would often reside.
She is the canvas I ache to claim,
with a signature only my tongue could provide.
Her eyes meet mine—
burying their radiance deep in my soul—
and I wait…
for a confession of love
that fuses two halves into something whole.
I pray the courts would find her guilty,
and sentence her to a lifetime with me—
a willing prisoner of my PHYSICAL TOUCH,
begging forever to never be free.
I promise to steal her breath each day
with WORDS THAT AFFIRM, not just impress,
to give her my QUALITY TIME, unmeasured and pure,
a love fueled by more than mere tenderness.
She is so perfect no GIFT could compare,
yet still I GIVE, with pride and delight—
her devoted fantasist, endlessly hers,
writing our dreams into life each night.
I’ll SERVE her heart in all that I do,
because in my world, she’s divine—
and I still dream each day begins
with that first whispered fantasy… mine.