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His or Mines


Spread wide open Golden taste of treasure Fulfill the clench of hunger In his broken soul In-between her legs He says Was the start of a dream A dream That didn’t have clear meaning Until he got a piece A piece of what could be The taste just glorified inner peace The dream even became clearer Between us Different tones of brownness Rubbing into one Dissecting body parts His breath shock my soul Got me feeling powerful beyond measures No words needed to be spoken Yet nothing left un-said Because the taste Became me Treasure gold Lies throughout my body The passion and hunger in his eyes said he wanted more More of me But am I ready to go down that road again I think not It’s just something That then became I Thoughts turns into ecstasy I just can’t take no more of this fantasy He then turns and says I am everything He ever wanted and needed His dreams couldn’t even compare Am I dreaming Is this real Because I too Think you are my dreams turned into reality Starting in-between her legs He says Slowly evolving into reality His or mines This is crazy Wait I never seen him in person But when I in vision him He seems and it feels So real Am I crazy Am I
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