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The lady in White

The lady in White

She haunts my dreams, late at night, this vision dressed in White, but she's no spirit or a spectre, she not here to give a fright

She's a vision of loveliness, full of elegance and grace, her face is etched in beauty, her figure dressed in Lace

She has the softest kisses, her touch so silky smooth, I'm mesmerized by her stunning eyes, transfixed I cannot move

She glides around my minds eye, we make love so sweet each night, a love so pure and gentle, I need her with me every night

To hold her hand and bring her in so close, to run my hands across her skin, to feel my White lady in my bed, is where my dreams begin

Always close but out of reach, i dream of her each night, blessed by her stunning beauty, cursed by my need for her each night

Because I want her so very badly, with a touch my heart she'd own, if she was more than the purest vision and I wasn't a dreamer all alone

Then my lady of my dreams, my vision of beauty dressed in white, would spend with me a eternity and not just appear at night

Ron
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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My nightly vision
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