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Fantasy

stars burnt bright in our autumn ward
ships sat still in a distant fjord
thoughts rang through in solemn lines
her beauty touch could n'er be mine

immersed in silence, she burns so close
just one touch I shall propose
woken from a midnight dream
dared to slip inside her fantasy

a kiss, a rub and then some more
tongues wrestle to the evermore
fingers caress in to the night
coming closer, forever tight

serenades' surrendering in every glide
warm eruptions deep inside
a glow glimmering upon the soul
eucharistic offering to behold

i entered in her midnight dream
fulfilling each our fantasy