Breathing out the fantasy

At times, I wonder how would it feel, to be in your arms, your loving gaze on me. Your lips brushing mine ,your breath creating a symphony, Breathing my scent, you commit it to your memory.

My neck offers you an escape to ecstasy, BEFORE, I think further, I snap myself out of this fantasy.

I sense your darkness and wonder what a fool I will be , To fall in to a trap like someone crazy.

So the prudent me stays away from the shadows, Watch you from afar and breathe out the sorrow.