I can see how arousing it is to you. The idea of me loving you so boundlessly. Where’d you get this sort of fantasy? I know you indulge in your visions of me giving myself to you. All of me. The fantasy won’t be complete without all of me right? All my caution, all my fears, all my truths all the things I hold precious and dear. I have to confess, I have a fantasy. Well really two. See I love the mystery in you. The untouchable love you promise to women and the wild that you send them on. I fantasize seeing the inside of it. To know where and how you train them to it. Would you be upset with me if I never told what I will never tell you. I watch and listen to you and push your bluffs when I’m almost convinced of your love. It’s my pinch of realty when your love serenades my other fantasy of being adored the way you say. Our days have been filled with sweet words and evaporating gestures. Fantasies built up on visual media. I give you room to dance around what would absolutely make you a liar and back away from corners you dare not get caught in. You disappear and reappear with more sweet love to drown out any disdain for action or lack of. Man do I indulge in your squirm. Sometimes I’m the prowess cat chasing your bait then I’m the mouse when you let me get to close to exposing all your fun mirrors. You like when I giggle past bad moods. It’s a reward of a job well done to get another day of I love yous and dimpled smiles. Bask in it my love. Don’t be discouraged when you find that your fantasy is just as shallow as mine. What do you really want to do with me in the end? Devour me? I haven’t figured this out yet. Either you get to the center and really find love or you eat me alive. Are your walls still up because you think of me the same. Do you want to see my most fragile parts so that you know yours are safe?