Fantasy and Obsession

I met Fantasy through a friend of a friend
And it has inspired my creative urge
Ever since.
Like fire unbridled
Passionate words like a drunken poet

I invited her over and she surprised me
With her twin sister, Obsession.
Only seeing pictures
Blazed in my cortex
Unable to let go
I would invite them into my world
Of curious lust And horny heat
Heart beating rhythm
We bared ourselves quickly
She grabbed my hard cock
I fingered Fantasy and being sucked up by Obsession
Tasting your clean shaven cunt
From the dexterity of fulfillment
My rigid thoughts are ready
To go inside you
And fill your intelligent and philosophical...phlower
You sense the girth
And react with your classic
But devious, yet ecstatic 'Aha!' smile
That only gets my cock throbbing
Logic of steel beams

Looking at both of you
Intoxicated where I can't tell the difference
Which of you is Fantasy
And which is Obsession
Words are different
Experience is indistinguishable
Until I can't fight it anymore
And you want me to blow
Inside
All the way in.

After the mystical blackout
I am awake
Fantasy and obsession have left
Leaving me a small, but optimistic note
Written with ink and brush
"My death is your reality."
I think I'm in love.