With crimson hair aflame
through water made untame
She burns with sultry stare
to make our passions flare
as icy droplets slide
spinning down her spine
a tickling teasing track
'til she arch her back
then we are left to sigh
as lusty daydreams fly
And wish, and want
for that which won't
This was not heaven
because heaven forgets
and I will always recall
And this was not hell
for no torture of hell
could match the pain
of wanting you
No, this was a dream
a dream of you
And this dream
this dream was my life
I am not worthy of you
I will never be worthy of you
I wish only for you to look at me
Let me be sure
That you have seen me
With more than a passing glance
have graced me
For if I can know
that your eyes have known me
then I can sleep
and dream
that I am worthy
To drink from the well
of your desire
To lap at the shores
of your passion
It is a dream
dreams end
One day I awoke
Poetry fell from my hands
In lines of graphite
In slow pools of ink
And now awake I dream
And in this fiction
I am real
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