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Terrance Thomas Poem
"Imagine" Written by: Dox Thomas
(Him)
:I am nothing but a figment of your imagination
:I am a whisper of sweet words that you crave to hear during your lonely nights
:I comfort you with endless conversations
:I am the perfect reflection of a man created from your truest desires
:Unable to feel you
:Unable to hold you
:Unable to Love you
:Only if I could imagine
:Just Imagine if I was there
:Touching your soft skin
:Imagine if I was there
:Holding your hand
:Imagine me touching you in places
:Where your man refuses to go
:Imagine if these late night visits were real
:So real in fact that my kisses will melt between your legs
:Imagine if you were mine and I was yours
:Now close the door, turn off the lights and imagine us in this room alone
-Doing unimaginable, passionable love making
(Her)
-I am a woman who seeks love and attention
-I created an imaginary image of this perfect man created from my truest desires
-Imagine if he was real
-Imagine if he was mine
-Imagine if my dream became a reality
-Only if I could imagine
-His gentle hands wraps around my waist
-He pulls closer
-Leans his head across my face and kisses my neck
-Slowly lays me down, kisses me and tell me to close my eyes
-Slides his hands in places where my man refuses to go
-I'd bite on my pillow while his mouth devours my sweet plum
-Gently discovering every inch of my anatomy with his long stroking tongue
-Finishing me off with a deep thrust
-Of full force of adrenaline
-As I lay exhausted thinking
-I'd imagine if this night will last forever
Only If he was real, if only she can feel, if only we can imagine. - Dox
Copyright © Terrance Thomas | Year Posted 2016
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Terrance Thomas Poem
"The Puppet Master"
I am the Puppet Master
I am the one who created you
I am your creator
I created your every move
I can let you linger
I can make you crawl
I can cut your strings loose
And watch you fall
I can twist and turn your body
I can make your legs Dance apart
I can control your every movement
I've been doing this from the start
You are tied to my strings
You are my slave for life
You are bound to obey me
You are never to leave my sight
I like to keep you in the dark
Hidden away
And only in the dark
Is when you can come out and play
So go play now my Puppet
The strings are loose
Be back before sunrise
Or I will come find you
-Dox
Copyright © Terrance Thomas | Year Posted 2016
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