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Better The Dream

In the smallest hours of morning
A Thorny Rose comes calling
Deeper into minds deception
Is where I find fictions affection

I stand but meek, my breathe I hold
The sight of her, my heart now sold
Spiraling thoughts, crash my mind
Just one kiss, will leave me blind

She spoke my name, in velvet voice
Caressed my skin, with silk poise
Kissed my lips, with breathe of fire
Raised my soul, higher and higher

Upon the ground, she now lays
Looked at me, in strangest ways
Removed her clothes, skin to bare
Whispered softly "take me there"

Deep I push, into the abyss
And hold a gaze, of timeless twist
Rhythmic beat, of breathe and pulse
Our bodies begin, the toxic waltz

Muscles constricting
Nerves afflicting
A Warm explosion
Of Fluids overflowing

This is only but a dream
Reality crashed into that scene
Showing me what could not be
Heart beats with pulses of agony

Still I Hold on to that dream
Its where I go to re-steam
When all is lost and to extreme
I will return to this dream of dreams
Written by Sir-Anton
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