imaginary?

I met a man who thinks
my old gray tank top
and low rise panties
are sexy lingerie
and he doesn't mind
if I wake up late
and don't have time
to shave my legs
\"real women sometimes
get razor stubble\"
he tells me
kissing my nose
before running his calf
along mine,
pretending to get cut
he likes me best
when my hair is a mess
and I am not wearing makeup
he tastes like brown sugar
on my lips against his skin
sometimes, when we're spooning
and his warm breath
tickles the back of my neck
in then out in rhythm
until he falls asleep
completely held
by the soothing silence of love
I give him a pinch
to make sure he is real