Daydream

I am willing to explore your
every
crevice as I toy with this
Thought

Especially if it means more of this
imagined Bliss
Kissing the back of my mind as I
devour you with just my mouth

Adventurous words
escape my parted lips and you caress
every curve
Every dip
of my brain with your voice.

These words that break free
of the space behind my teeth
open up the gate for future sins
But for now they are just words.
At some point soon
they can be turned
and taken for literal translation
The movement of your tongue no longer
just for aural stimulation of my ears
but now my body
But this thought,
this feeling fills me with fear because
I think I want this.

It isn't real,
conjured images of passion
that have come about while I sit there
and stare at you,
talking about nothing sexual, nothing sensual
But me staring at your full lips
makes my hips dip and gyrate on their own
Holding on to syllables
as if it was your toned body
You
don't
know
What I would do to you if I got the chance
but with our conversation
Lacking sensuality, sexuality
This imagined state of mutual attraction
These big words and actions
I speak of in my head
But not out of my mouth,
are null
because
Only non sexual,
non sensual words come out