The Fantasy

It's not a roaring fire; it's not chilled champaign; it's not a romantic restaurant or a four string quartet

It's not physical contact or the physical manifestation of attraction; it's the moments that lead up to it.

It's the fantasy of the image of his face 2 inches from mine; it's that pool of feeling found in the back of deeply reflective eyes; it's that 1/2 inch of energy between us just before our bodies touch; it's the anticipation moments before either of us makes a move.

It's the initial meeting; it's the burn of attraction from a distance; it's getting drunk that first time and saying the wrong things; it's the process.