Fantasy Man
I hear your every breath
I hear your every move
while at night you lay alone
your hands slide across your body
flesh against flesh
from the side of your face
down your neck
over your breast; each finger over the sensitive tip
over each rib
across your stomach
into your soft hair
onto the warm wet mound
as one finger enters
I hear your sighs
I see your thoughts; your wishes  your dreams
I see you
I see me
I am your touch
your breath is my name
we are one body
She is fantasizing
and though she cannot hear him
and though he is only imagined
he is aware