I only thought I knew you

When first I met you,
I was aroused by your style of dress,
It fit you,
Or the “you” I thought of as “you”,
The little bit I knew of you, then.

But more than that,
I was aroused by your smile,
The look you gave me,
The sparkle in your eyes,
The wet glossy look of your smiling, waiting lips.

Even more than that,
I was aroused  by your story,
The flow of your words,
The images they formed for me,
The view into you that opened within me.

Still more than that,
I was aroused by your ability,
To entrance me with the spell,
Of your imagination,
Given life within moments of meeting you.

My first thoughts of,
Fucking you and leaving,
Gave way to knowing you,
Holding you,
Folding you within my life.

As time and our lives,
Quickly wound together,
I dreamed that I knew you,
I opened myself to you.

I cuddled you into my life.

You added the rest,
You fucked me,
And left me.

I had not,
Actually,
Known,
You,
At all.