I said that I wouldn't.
But my mind cannot resist.
Those red lips, curl in amusement.
Those eyes flash and sparkle.
I wonder what thoughts,
What madness,
Lurks between them,
And what pleasure waits.

A mystery!
Her words sting.
Her voice arouses.
Her walk entices.
And her breasts.
So comely and perky
Bring me closer to the brink

My dreams at night
Fill with a phantom touch
My dreams by day
Hang to conversation of myth
I know better then I should
And yet I dream of her skin
Pressed against mine

I wonder . . .
Should I kill this fantasy?
Or should I bring it to life?

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