I'm alittle curious

I have stood on my bedroom  balcony
   To watch the sun rise
         I have seen its rays inspecting the city tops shyly
             Then slowly and meticulously,
                       I have watched the world around me come to life


At some intervals,
     I have wondered why the world is in a hurry
         Hustle bustle...
                      Helter skelter...
                                   Here, there...
This is how I let the world go along without me, sometimes.


But really,
        That's not what's in my mind.
            The astounding ways of how events can turn out to be
                     is what is deciphering me into pieces...


I have heard, seen and done things
   That have left me wondering if
             God's grace is still sufficient for me.
                       Yes, I have let curiosity take the better part of me.


I have imagined of kisses that are filled with passion
                                                                          You know?
The ones that starts with your lover 
         Climbing all those stairs to the apartment and rings the bell
                              (In my head, it's almost magical and in rhyme)
                                                                         You open the door,
                              And just one look at him ushers you to his embraces
        Something about his warm, long and strong embrace makes your knees buckle... 

You want this moment to last forever!


Then you pull back a little,
          Just in time to meet his sweet, soft and succulent lips anticipating for yours...
                   His hands all cradled up on your chin, 
                                                                         A gentle caress... 
 You feel like the woman with the most beautiful face in the entire universe!
                                                                         You kiss him gently...
                                           And the musk of his masculinity 
                               The scent of his cologne makes your heart feel like butter next to fire 
                  Just when he got your heart skipping bits,
His right hand moves slowly to the back of your head
                 He is yearning for you, 
                       he wants to explore you 
                             and keep you all to himself...


And then he moves his left hand gently to your back and brings you closer
         Oh, you are weak on your knees...
The beauty of this moment is that,
         He is yours, and you are his... 
                   So, the augmenting passion in your kisses is unbridled
The nibbling, playing and the surge of endorphines that keeps growing is yours to keep!
        And you can't help it
                You want to taste more of him...
                        You want to explore him with your tongue,
                                 And just the way he breathes, makes your heart fall in love


You pull him, inside the door and say,
"Welcome home darling, I missed you."
Then, you help him with his luggage and close the door behind him
There is so much you want to show off to him,
The cooking of his favorite meal?
The little red lingerie?
This man has been more than your husband,
 He is your friend, best friend, role model, 'partner in crime' (at intervals)...
And y'all are simply lucky to have each other...


Again, **that's all in my head:
I am not sure if these things exist you know...
And live happily forever after?!
The fact that my imagination is this detailed, scares me: 
Now I know that I am growing up/ old.