Imaginary Lover

I wait, for the sensual arms of you,
I feel you, see your face, your soul.
Illusion, broken. Reality.
No one knows me, you do, you know my heart
Perfection in every way, you call to me,
visions of passion, beauty.
I wait.
Waiting, until the day that
my imaginary lover becomes reality,
until my imaginary lover comes to me.

by Lindsey A Rogerson

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