My Fantasy

I fantasize, just standing by my door
And waiting for the warmth she’ll bring inside
My heart is sure it’s never wanted more
I’m glad she makes it easy to decide
She’s not a fantasy; she’s more than real
I’ll wait as long as choice is mine to make
I love the way such waiting makes me feel
And how her warmth gets warmer for my sake
She wishes she was curled up with me now
Her comfort is the only warmth I need
I plan to give her comfort; I know how
Her every wish, I know I can exceed
My fantasy requires nothing more
Than waiting for her warmth, inside my door.

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