Fantasies Flee! The Tormenting Of Me

On this cold gray misty day I was heading home from work in my usual UN enthusiastic way, endless connecting mundane days of loneliness and confusion laid the foundation for my illusions. On this fateful dismal day such a vision came may way, she stood five feet three at best she would be the cause of my unrest.

Her long blond hair in a pony tail ran to her waist but it was her passion I could taste, wearing a silk blouse with a short shirt I followed shapely legs to the high heels on her feet, she was complete. As she boarded the train gracefully flow down the aisle, any fool could see she had style. Taking the seat on my row just across the aisle I had the perfect view

Her nipples thrash against the silk fibers of her garment, agonizing tormented beasts fighting their confinement, my mind was in siege by the spectacle that was in play, numbing as the death cries of the bird of prey. She would care not for the ordeals in my sufferings, she had already decided it was me for whom the bell tones were ringing.

Now broken I’m standing before this barren heap of burning embers, the towering toxic remains of my desires, I see no solace in the eyes of this temptress! still I lack the power to resist this, I lay solemn at her feet my will soluble and weak, in my mind’s eye she looked upon my yearnings with this scornful smile, the lie in this fantasy was all my own! she was just heading home.


Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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