My mind takes dive, I forget to blink, As I begin to think, How it would be. You, me…. Have I formed a fantasy, Or do I sin, Fall in, Into the trap lust. It must be iniquity. The things that were said, Places we tread, Against the wall, On the bed… Our carnal desires were fed, Faces turning red, As blood rushed to and from our heads. It was nice I claimed, Though wishing that you had no face, No name. Because when I race back to reality, And see the same face staring back at me, We might just start all over again…..