The Art of Imagination

The troubles that are found in between the lines of words written are the false notions that fantasy can become reality. Some fanatical idea, or a dream of some sort, is hoped to be the real life experience for either the writer or the audience. There are different levels of fantasy; some deal with wealth, others reach perfect endings, and the rest seem to give hope for a love that reveals a constant happiness.

Let these words deal with constant happiness, providing the fantasy that is so great, it will give birth to a better reality. Imagine; closed eyes, ears full of sounds that fill the room, and hands free with the ready ability to feel the textures of mother earth. Free the mind, now imagine...

...continuous highs that grow higher and higher. No heartbreaks, or conflicts with characters which poses an antagonist and protagonist; rather know constant scenes of starlit nights on roof tops with poetic verses flowing out of the mouths of two lovers that grow in love by the second.

Now feel rain falling from the sky and the steam of lovemaking, and listen to the sounds of repeated orgasms that follow tears falling from the eyes of someone beautiful.

It shall be enjoyed by the masses that experience such dazzling artistry, and the imagination shall replace reality with these fantasies. The actual world lived in can be over taken by the power of the imagination, may such art be experienced in lives that suffer living in this world.

Poke me!

One day I made you laugh and you poked me.

So sexy, was the poke, but I don't believe that you understand the implications of your touch. You do not need to caress my body in some fancy way, not even rub my arm or feel my chest. No, just a slight poke, as if to push an on/off button.

But I forced myself to hide my attraction, my want to prey upon your body. If only you had known my thoughts, my desires to have you raw in all your rawness.

Now, I question. Should I give you my mind and knowledge of my thoughts? Would you appreciate my desires, or would you simply discredit them?

All of this comes from just a poke. The act of the edge of your finger touching the rim of my shoulder.

I wonder exactly what will happen when you touch me with your entire hand ...

I Wish

I wish I may see you; hug you , kiss you, touch you, feel you. If, with my right hand, I may run my fingers through your hair, feel your cheek in my palm; and with the left, lock my fingers with yours, I will find peace with the world. Since I am stuck without the possibility of holding you, I will grip my pen in hopes that you may understand my longing. When my pen conveys the emotions of my heart, you will feel my affection, as you run your fingers across the ink on the page. Know my admiration from the strategic pattern in which these words are placed. Believe in the power of your beauty, for I have become weak without its presence. My eyes have gone too long without the site of such perfection. God's magnificence is shown in your face, but your spirit is His testimony. Pity my emotion, give yourself to me in all, allow me the satisfaction of your admiration; if not out of true affection, please do so out of pity. I only wish to be with you.