Fantasy

A subconcious will flies...

A subconscious will flies
To the farthest outskirts of the mind
Reaching the point only known by one
Where thoughts
Angelic or not
Can only be visualized by one
Who can enjoy the full pleasure
Of the mind

And there becomes a choice
Whether to share with another
Will you?
I will

Maybe action can be taken
To find out the others fantasies
And fulfill some
But others not
Or maybe to find that happy medium

However, I will still have my own
And those fantasies echo my hearts passion
And my body echoes my fantasies
Every breath sighs with longing
Every muscle aches with anticipation
Of a yearning left unsatisfied
But until then, at least I have my fantasy