It was inquired about her Fantasy, her head dropped,
from how heavy they were,
and then she spoke volume’s
as she looked back up, saying,
but a few.
For she had many inside,
stating from importance,
off the top of her head,
the one’s she particularly knew.
“My Fantasy is for rainbow’s too mesh, so I can see the beauty of they’re colors,
boldly outstretched”, without being under scrutiny, as we undress.
Free to express the carnal images, daydreamed about,
so long ago, requested.”
“The height of your might as it enters my night’s pie, only the slightest fight, would be,
entering its tightened cry.
Letting down guards, as the
flight ends inside,
instead of under watchful disapproving, eye’s in the sky.”
“As the nakedness of our minds, passes Go”, for nothing around would astound, dismay, or remain on hold.”
“Then, too reach inside the heart’s that held an outdated…
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