Smooth, skin on skin,
breast to chest,
sweetest of sins,
eternal quest--
love at first sight,
stay the night,
hope it doesn't fade
at morning's light.
Hold hands tightly,
steal a kiss,
sighing quietly,
a wistful hiss
of breath past lips,
hands on hips,
stare eye to eye,
and come to grips--
is this a dream,
just fantasy,
fool's gold gleam,
this you-and-me?
Then let me doze,
'cause heaven knows
this unreal world
is better than most.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Fantasy
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