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in my mind he is welcoming, he holds me close with a delicate touch and leaves me in a trance as his fingertips touch me with controlled lust. but every time i reach out to grab him he's gone and then i have to remember that all he is, is a figment of my imagination, that's all he will ever be.

   lately i have been careful, tiptoeing around his vanishment; speaking with delicacy, looking without touching.

i see him, and all that he is in front of me when i close my eyes.

feathery hair and hands big enough to hold he has been my only escape from my real life; an alternate reality.

i have become more than happy to fall in love with the concept of him, and i have no problem coping with my fantasies.

when i turn around he seems to be gone.
he finds this to be a game
like hide and seek

i need him but i can't have him

i will learn to live on my own.

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