Beyond Expectation

I found myself fantasizing about you.

You must have been in on my secrets.

Must have noticed the wanton knees' bend,

aching arms arching towards the headboard.

And it felt good to pretend I was yours.

To feel your nerves quiver questions

you already knew the answers to.

It felt good to conjure something

that real life detonated

in the heat between my thighs,

in the burning, wondering

within my chest.