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When It Comes To Fantasy, Your Still My Go To Man

When it comes to fantasy your still my go to man late at night as my pillow creases from abuse I lay there still and let my senses reel with the touch of your eyes and the brush of your corpuscle smile... As morning arrives flushed with the memory of yesterday's salty dream I stand at the window staring at a tousled girl who rims the shadows of an early morning rill Curtains agape, kitchen lights on, a fatalistic morning arrives as I recall the reflections of a warm body and words, of unspoken feel ; I unflinch and whisper I love u's , to the wind and the debris, outside my front yard.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/26/2019 8:02:00 AM
Captivating ink x
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Date: 11/26/2019 7:29:00 AM
Salty dream indeed. You need some pepper to wake up . Hugs.
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Date: 11/26/2019 6:27:00 AM
Fantasy or not--you wrote a splendid poem, Pixie.
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