You came into me,

Your touch,

Your smell,

Your warmth,

Your sparkles,

Oh how you conquered me!

Alas! You did not stay,

You went away with the dawn,

My heart you took away with you.

Come again into me my love.

I am sitting here waiting,

My thought is dancing around the mystery date.

A smile is coming to my face, he is a fine man i imagine.

I am crossing my leg and pointing the high heel stiletto of my left foot,

I am rehearsing a seductive smile and that voice.

Here he comes! Just the way he is in my fantasy land.

Fine man indeed!

“Hello pretty, did I keep you waiting for long?”

The sound of his huskiness is just as he looks.

I am overcome by his presence.

He is touching me,

I am loving the feel of his unsmooth palm,

“Don’t stop,” I mutter.

He is stroking my arm,

“Don’t stop,” I am near moan.

“Wake up! We are getting late.”

Oh! This fine man was just a dream.


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