You're the theme

An innocent desire,
Motivating the marathon of my mind.
Fingertips ski down my face
Then you ask,
"What's your fantasy?"
I whisper my reply,
"You're the theme of my fantasy."

Delicate children,
Combine to a compassionate duo.
Lips behaving badly.
Then I asked,
"Who is the object of your affection?"
You softly replied,
"You're the object of my affection."

This kind of romance,
Is vicious, yet delicious.
A sweet forbidden act
In the bed.
I am the object of your affection.
And you are the theme of my fantasy.

I am prepared,
To wear white and gold.
Sacrafice my fear.
To be bold, and to be yours.