fantasies untold

by Raine Wynd

i see her face in fantasies untold
dream of her body, warm against the cold
across the endless hours of a work day
she is the only thing for which i pray
and still this intimacy is unknown
for my desire for her is unshown
if i dared to express how she is my wish
would she cross me off her Christmas list?
maybe this moment is most opportune
or maybe i should keep wishing on the moon