Water trickles down a crook,
I sit happily with a book,
To escape this world of filth and greed,
On magical words my brain dose feed.
The birds are singing in the trees,
The scent of roses is in the breeze,
Dreams of love and thoughts of bliss,
A longing for a lovers kiss.
As he strolls through country grass,
I think my dream has come at last,
He lays his head upon my knee,
In this moment our soles are free.
I stroke his hair, he kissed my lips,
A fire rushes to my tips,
I slide down with a gentle pull,
In his arms I am peaceful.
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