Her Imagined.

If I had my wish,
a true desire,
a wanton need,
a hidden fire.
I would lay my head,
on her pale breast,
softest skin,
I would rest.
my hands would touch,
her naked form,
my hands would tremble,
against a wish forlorn.
and on her lips,
a kiss I’d place,
these dreams of her,
I will always chase.

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