UNTITLED (Anticipation)

::Anticipation::

What is it about you That keeps my mind From straying too far From the sound of your voice for long? 
What is it about your voice That calms and excites me Both soothes and ignites within me A passion too frightening to explore While my fear subsides Whenever I choose to rest near Intuitive truth 
I am afraid to let my imagination run wild For fear of disappointment Yet more afraid of the possibility That my mind’s eye could be exceeded only by reality 
But are you real? 
I'm wondering while wandering if I am Already residing in a place of no return Unless I allow what is meant To unfold To be To manifest Fully And incorporate it’s self Into some fold or facet of destiny To merge with me And render us seamless 
What compelled me to even begin? Was it inevitable? Or did I just will it; will YOU into existence Setting into motion Unfolding events to match my erratic, yet Unwavering desires? 
Do you know me, us, infinitely? Or am I, in my wanting of satiation So transparent That you can slip into my fantasy, As easily as I slip into a negligee to fulfill yours? 
Your words caress my intellect And the far reaching parts of me As if you’ve been reading my journals Since the age of innocence As if you’ve anticipated Prepared and rehearsed for me Forever 
And try as I may I can’t seem to run, or turn, or pause, or hide, or decelerate, Or move – beyond this place And I must know what the ending will be… 

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