Is It Strange?

Is it strange that I think of you?
That I imagine the slippery things we’d do
If we were so fortunate
That our time and space coordinates
Were to coincide? What a ride!

Is it strange that I imagine you
Hair damp and stringy, limbs askew?
Smiling up at me from below
Radiant in the afterglow
Of sweaty sex; we’re not done yet!

Is it strange that I think of your thighs
Pressing my ears to my heads side
While your fingers tear my hair
And my tongue finds that spot right there?
Off the ledge, over the edge…

Is it strange that I imagine your tummy
Your breasts, your skin, tasting so yummy?
Sweet geography worth a long exploration
Lips expressing adoration
Along the way
As we play