Imagination Running Wild

Pictures running through my mind,
every day,
all of the time.
Pictures of you and me.
Pictures of us together.
Body to body.
Bare skin on bare skin;
rubbing together.
Breaths deep, but thin.
All of this is what I imagine.
These passionate images are running me ragged.
But, Oh! they are good.
Wrecking havoc
on my senses,
they are.
I’m beginning to feel senseless;
even breathless.
Closing my eyes
brings forth even more images.
And I’m not talking about marriages
or baby carriages;
but spent passions.
My imagination
is running wild.
Every thought makes me smile;
a smile of anticipation.
I can see that my imagination
is about to start running low on patience.
So, I need to clear my mind.
I have a habit of daydreaming at the most inopportune of times.
I need to get off of this cloud
and stop my imagination from running wild.