My Most Beautiful Fantasy

Another sleepless night
lying awake in bed,
pressing your fantasy
between my legs,

eyes wide shut,
panting for breath,
watching you bathe
from inside my head,

tossing and turning,
splashing and yearning,
passion burning,
bubbles churning,

slippery sliding,
suds softly hiding
soapy fingers seeking
sensual secrets beneath

while my depraved mind,
lusting with sin,
swells with the need
to  slide against your skin,

filling with greed
to push deep within
spilling hot seed
and then starting again.

You are my most beautiful fantasy,
somehow I think you've always been.