She lived in neverland
floating on a dream
that slept in a cloud
shaped like a mushroom
sitting with her legs
slightly parted
as her finger traced
over the curves
of her lips
in the shape
of a mischievous grin

he knew he shouldn't
let his curiosity stray
and just walk away
what would he find
in her name
what could he gain
by tasting her kiss
what good would come
from the pleasure
of finding the soft spots
hidden within her sins

what were the risks
if it was only a dream
living in neverland
what would be
the price of the pain
if it was only lust
and not love
woven beneath her skin

what could he do
but what he would do
as it is all just a dream
a dream of lust
dreaming of love
dreaming of a girl
living in neverland