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FB fantasies
When I log on late at night,
I wait for him to appear.
In the range of men,
he is all what I need.
But, that is all just unreal,
Then, how can he take me that high?
In spirit, in flesh...for a while.
He is not to touch, but he does with his words.
And his magic words are not to recall,
logging on and off makes them vanish.
Strange, how very strange...
Somehow I understand.
I wait for him to appear.
In the range of men,
he is all what I need.
But, that is all just unreal,
Then, how can he take me that high?
In spirit, in flesh...for a while.
He is not to touch, but he does with his words.
And his magic words are not to recall,
logging on and off makes them vanish.
Strange, how very strange...
Somehow I understand.
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