Vanilla Dreams

Just a glimpse of you is like a fantasy.
Beauty so rare eyes meet only to stare.
Can this be a body so toned?
Like skin on a roses bone.
Only vision I touch captivated by such.
Sins of sight a must.
Your thorns are worth every drop of lust that runs from my cuts.
You straddle me like the sun straddles trees complimenting like leaves and brush.
I challenge myself and fight off awaken.
Because reality is we dare not lie adjacent.
Until recently vacant did my thoughts become patient?
My feelings are just blatant.
If I could hold you tasting your silk.
Teasing your threads of pleasure with fingers inside your hydrating quilt.
The softness of your opening sings me inside your life guiding lips.
What could this mean a crush it would seem?
How can you act like this is just a thing?
When the scent of love calls me to your ravine.
Only to never be satisfied because this is only fulfilled in your vanilla dreams.