Stolen Perfection

 It's amazing how you can create a fantasy of masculine perfection...
With the anticipation,
AND expectation
That it will never exist

Then....out the blue..comes "you know who" like some damn unicorn
Riding it's rainbow of endless impossibilities
Laying this Devine creature at my feet,
Yet still untouchable and out of reach

And all I can think is.....

It's too perfect to exist.......right?
that's got to be it....right?

Either that Or...

The devil must've gotten ahold my dreams
Where only forethoughts have foreseen
Because he was created in the shadows of a child like mind
A pre planned "wishful thinking" until the end of time  
Trust me
He was....

Such a dangerous sway

Which is why I SAY

My perfection was NEVER supposed to exist
So that way disappointment could never win......

So who did it!!?

Who stole my perception of the perfect being!!??

Give me back my fantasy
Where I can cherish him privately
And don't have to watch him be swallowed
by reality  

I never said I was sharing

The universe is daring
To take my desires
And taunt them in my face

Like it's just  a waiting game....
Under banks....of musical waves

You see,
only perfection would catch that word play

Ima pray

that when I close my eyes
I'll slip back into a Pandora channel of mind games

So I can continue riding fanatical brain waves

And dream of an existence that will never take face

Because to be real...means I'd never get a taste