Mystery hangs around him like a fog.
The illusive stag hides in the shadows.
Drenched in light but surrounded by mist.
What hides behind that snarky smile of yours.
How deep does this Mad Hatter hole go?
Do you see me or only dream of the smells I could provide?
I wasn’t looking for a deep connection when I stumbled upon you.
I wanted to bend the rules and just be selfishly pleased.
But you changed everything.
I find myself daydreaming about you all of the time now.
Drifting through all of those delicious scenarios stampeding through my mind.
I could almost taste you.
But we haven’t even met yet.
Until we meet, I will have to suffice with your descriptive plots for us to play in.
In a barn, on the farm, we will play.
Running naked through open fields.
Becoming childlike, but with adult fancies.
Oh, please don’t make me wait much longer…le sigh.