Purple Dream Lover
I was young when I started dreaming of him,
each night I wore a lovely purple chiffon dress;
and we would waltz together in a purple room dim,
each night he came to me to whisper, kiss and caress.
Still this man whispers as each night he carries me away,
wearing a swirling purple chiffon dress to a dim purple room;
kissing my deep purple lips till we slide to the floor and moaning lay,
oh I am locked in this dim purple room with my dream lover and doom.
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January 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Purple Dream Lover
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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