You're sitting there,
and as you're talking
my mind wanders
to somewhere we've
never been before.
It's my fantasy, you see.
So as you're sitting there
spending time with me,
I'm actually spending
it with you, elsewhere.
Hoping you don't know it.
It's only a fantasy, you see.
And as I'm sitting there,
I watch your face
and pretend that all those
smiles are from what
I'm doing to you, in my mind.
Playing in my fantasy, you see.
Then I watch you
as you slowly look me over...
only in my mind you're
enjoying much more than
what you're actually seeing.
As if it were your fantasy, I see.
And you smile then,
because something within
my eyes betrayed
my secret pasttime
that I have when I'm with you.
I've showed you my fantasy, I see.
So I stand up,
knowing it'll end my time
with you, knowing more
could be had if there
were nothing holding us back.
Reality ending the fantasy...
Sh! t.
But we'll be back tomorrow.
Lee Degnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crush-2/
