I suppose you could call this a sequel to "Fantasy" if you want...it's really up to you. Although, now that I look at it, I seem to like that idea more and more...
Heat
Warmth.
You're a dark ember in my mind, a delicious burning. Setting me on fire with your gentle smile.
More. Harder.
You're so many things in my head. Daring. Innocently sensual. Mine.
Undressing you with my gaze. Kissing every inch of skin. The color of cream. And roses, because you're blushing.
Of course, you would blush if you knew what I was thinking.
Hand, moving roughly, against heated flesh.
More.
I want you.
I can't have you.
I've tried to banish you from my thoughts, but I always summon you back.
Whisper your name, late at night.
Watching you bloom, years rushing by.
Beautiful.
I grin at you from a distance through a cardboard mask.
A spun-glass smile. Brittle.
Can't lose rhythm. Harder.
Don't think.
Moaning my name, in my dreams. Fantasies.
Sweat-slicked skin.
Faster. Harder. More. Fasterhardermoremoremoremoremoremoremore—
The sweet tension of release.
Panting.
Shame.
Shame.
Poisoning your smile with my mind.
Shame.
Hate.
Myself.
Traitor.
I shouldn't think of you. Like this.
I should think of her. Or him.
Not you.
You're not mine to have.
I want you.
I love you.
You always understand.
Tears.
Turn my face into my pillow.
Why?
Why can't you let me be?
Jyou.
