Dream Girl
She was the girl of my dreams,
Innocence with a touch of sin.
Wearing a sheer gown of lace,
Hanging softly on her skin.
When I took her hand in mine,
And gazed deeply in her eyes.
I could feel the passion building,
As I gently stroked her thighs.
The first kiss was electric,
Sweet as nectar from a cup.
And just like a fleeting dream,
It faded as I woke up.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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