Fantasies

I have fantasized about someone
who would send me photographs of rain
and wondering how my heart would stop
looking at raindrops trapped in his hair;
fantasized about his eyes locked with mine,
fighting with the water
and my eyes fighting the urge to drop down to 
his lips and start a kiss to last forever.
I have fantasized about someone
whom my hands wouldn't agree to let go,
whose hands pull me like they're gravity,
who'd remember what my skin felt like and would let me know.
I have dreamed about falling asleep to the sound of his breaths,
dreaming about a kiss and waking up to find one on my lips;
have dreamed about a voice that inflames my heart
and the rest of me when he says, I'm his.
I have fantasized about being painted on from neck down,
leaving constellations on my skin;
mused about smiling upon remembering the next day-
his voyage of whispered kisses flagged on me at every inch.
Finding a romance writer that's mine, who writes without a pen;
I have fantasized about discovering this,
that all my fantasies came true when I met you
and have been coming true ever since.