I open my eyes
and know, that it's a dream
there she is
just standing there
her demeanor
not quite, obscene
her lips
red as any ruby
her skin
as white as fresh sheets
her scent
purest, softest, jasmine
flower petals
at her feet
I awake
at dawn
refreshed
and renewed
knowing now
I can go on
having seen her
in the ****
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
I open my eyes
and know, that it's a dream
there she is
just standing there
her demeanor
not quite, obscene
her lips
red as any ruby
her skin
as white as fresh sheets
her scent
purest, softest, jasmine
flower petals
at her feet
I awake
at dawn
refreshed
and renewed
knowing now
I can go on
having seen her
in the ****
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