Fantasy Woman
Ian Beattie

I gaze ‘cross the room and see her standing there;
She is all of five foot with long flowing hair.
It cascades around her like a soft waterfall,
And the smile from her lips lights up this dim hall.

I open my mind to wild thoughts as they stream,
Bubbling forth fantasies as in a daydream.
I imagine her held in my arms like a vise,
Breaking the bounds of my own good advice.

So I reach for her hand as I near to her side,
An electrical spark pricks like sharpened raphide.
Her sensual looks make my nape hair arise,
Arousing my senses, and my knees rubberize
.
The heat of her skin makes me flinch to her touch,
But I warm to her mood, as her body I clutch.
Her arms do engulf me as the room disappears;
I’m no longer controlled by my shyness and fears.

Our feet start a motion; dance steps then unfold.
We skim o’er the floor, quite a sight to behold.
So fluid, so smooth, as my heart sets the beat,
Two bodies as one, taking the lead from my feet.

As the rhythm sets in and takes over control,
I get even bolder, not afraid of Sheol.
My hands start to roam, her bare back they embrace,
I focus intently, try to read from her face.

The sparkle I see and the grin on her lip,
Just urges me onward like the crack from a whip.
In a wordless embrace, my eyes then meet hers.
I feel like a stallion prodded on by her spurs.

Her eyes are deep pools, that urge me to swim,
To drink of her waters and give in to her whim.
They sparkle and shine, and entice like none other,
Like some witch’s deep spell that seeks me to smother.

Like a blind man my fingers reach out for to trace,
The hillocks and valleys that her visage do grace.
Her lips, they entrance me, like the crest of a wave,
Opening to engulf me, to make me their slave.

The soft, down-like shafts of that so faint lip hair,
Heightens my passion that is coming to bear.
Small, sensual, dew beads to her lip do hold fast.
Can I hold myself back?  How long can I last?

My spirit arises; I’m awash in her glow.
She clutches my heart, and then kneads it like dough.
Does she know what I’m thinking, for what I do pine,
Of that cold, sensual shiver that shoots up my spine?

 My palms start to sweat; my heart pounds my chest,
Just like a young schoolboy upon his first quest.
Can she feel my arousal in this amateur ballet,
Stepping and swaying, making ancient foreplay?

Our bodies like velcro, move in union, as one;
Pelvises enjoined, my fate now is spun,
Like the thread of a goddess, of that ancient Greek myth,
As it holds my soul fast like some archaic willow withe.

I let my cheek rest on her soft wispy hair,
Taking in her aroma, she’s not playing fair.
She smells like new lavender, cut fresh from the bush.
She’s in league with the Devil, if shove comes to push.

But my head bows still lower, that curve now to find,
The soft of her neck, so enticing, streamlined.
My lips on their own, they start to caress,
As they follow the lead of my hands in her dress.

The small of her back is so soft and so lean,
No bra strap to trap me, no need for my sgian.
A soft guttural moan does escape from her lips;
A movement I detect in the sway of her hips.

But my fear now returns since we’re not here alone,
And due to her closeness, my passion has grown.
Her hips are now grinding like a fertility rite,
And I’m glad this room’s gloomy, like the shadowy night.

 Losing sense of the time and not caring at all,
That we may be viewed, as we glide through this hall,
I start to undress her, to view of her charms,
While holding her tightly in my trembling arms.

Her beauty unfolds as her bodice falls free;
Her breasts feel so tender as they beckon to me.
Her limbs are so lithe, deep tanned, curved and smooth.
This fire burning in me I simply must soothe.

Then all of a sudden in my chest do I feel,
A nagging sharp pain that makes my head reel.
With a start, my eyes open and shock rouses me,
As I awaken abruptly from my sweet reverie.

My wife lies beside me with this look on her face,
That questions my passion, as its length she does trace.
With that same wicked grin that I’d seen in my dream,
She crawls in beside me, to fulfill her shrewd scheme.