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Whar art thou dame of my dream?

Eagerness readily overtakes me prior 
to succumbing to nightly slumber. 

Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed 
adrift abed invariably occurs counting backwards  
from one hundred – a simple sleep aid technique  
to usher deep and profound submersion 
into subconscious state.   

Once transition from wakefulness to the virtual 
realm of unconsciousness envelops thy corporeal 
being (i.e. said sensate state 
characterizes word wrangler), 
thine immersion into deep sleep oft times elicits 
a most alluring, charming, and entrancing female. 

Lo and behold to ethereal winsome 
mettlesome iron maiden, 
who unequivocally, quickly, and markedly 
infiltrates mine subconscious 
dramatically contrasted against 
unsinful, yet vengeful, wrathful wife,
especially fortified, justified, and legitimated
when husband in delicto flagrante 
no matter figment of my imagination occupied 
smattering rem cycles, a mere fraction of mine 
existence, which true valued earthly lifespan
constitutes Inxs journeys lxiii round 
el sol translated into utter disbelief.

Thus, some measure of consolation, fascination, 
and insulation experienced by this white pawn, 
(while he rides high in the saddle as some vaunted 
feigned knight upon kingly steed) zealously 
yearning for uber flight of fancy from nonexistent 
angelic aura to lyft my spirits sans regular visitations. 

Twas with utmost avidity, excitability, and incongruity, 
that found this roam in poet to alight delightedly 
gloriously relinquishing hold upon reality, whence 
nightly occurrences plied quavering radiantly shining 
teasingly undulating voiceless willow the wisp.

Thee lovely lass perched upon slipstream between 
wakefulness and sleep. 

She redolently shone as thee inimitable Lady in red, 
and returned to mine nocturnal submission.

While awaiting sought after amorphous, fabulous, 
incredulous nebulous essence (transient nymph 
inhabiting thine unconscious state altered state, 
what seemed thine entire existence), I reiterate 
crafted ode and softly sing the following verse.

Chorus:

she danced with a feverish spring 
and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed 
for whose wellbeing she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds 
with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity 
from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet 
every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion 
of happiness everywhere.

tossed out the fashion boutique 
on a cushion four square led
this lady in red
with her snug outfit 
against her slim body did wed
pizzazz and personality that bred
this well healed nanny with high street cred
made sure charges 
looked spiffy and well fed.

Chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring 
and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed 
for whose wellbeing she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds 
with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity 
from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet 
every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion 
of happiness everywhere.

atop shoulders bounced 
a well coiffed and adorable head
drawing followers wherever she led 
and listened to her sexy, silky, 
and sultry voice no matter she pled
to steer clear of amorous affair 
where verboten fruit one must not tread
toward, cuz illicit shenanigans 
hurtful to the one you did wed. 

chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring 
and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed 
for whose wellbeing she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds 
with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity 
from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet 
every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion 
of happiness everywhere.
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