The seduction started before we ever met.
When I would imagine what it would be like
As I dated, I subtracted a bit of this,
Added a bit of that,
Changed my mind about what I liked,
As I built my own idea
Of what would be perfect.

Imagination fueled fantasy
As I became aware of sexuality.
I thought of what I would like,
How it would feel
What I would say, and do.

I pictured lust, flaring hot and wild,
Tangling and tearing of clothes,
Hunger and embarrassment in equal measure,
Hands probing, trailing, squeezing,
My skin reacting with warmth,
Playing at resistance, serious about exploration.
Insistent intimacy
Overcoming and being overcome.

I thought of penetration -
Flesh of one surrounding the flesh of another,
Two bodies mingling,
Acting and feeling as one,
Shared breath hot in our mouths.
Forcefully, tenderly -
Vigorously, languidly -
A commingling of opposites.

My mind conjured darkness pierced by light,
A fire in the blood,
Our hearts unconfined and consumed,
The end of childish things,
The totality of being human.

All this I held as fact without proof
Until you entered my view
And beggared reality.