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Fantasy I dream often of your lips, your kiss; Of the soft warmth of your mouth on mine And my body quivers with the sensation. In the darkness I can feel your hands As they caress my body, gently Seducing me with promises of what's to come. Your essence, the flagrant smell of your skin, Freshly showered and still beaded with water Brings me to the peak of expectation. I sigh as you fill the burning emptiness Between my thighs, spreading me open Like a flower beneath you; vulnerable Silky and wet, sliding home with sure strokes; I know this is where we belong; Wrapped up in each other, loving. Raining kisses across the smooth expanse of your chest, I wrap my legs around your waist, urging you deeper So that I might feel you in the depths of my soul Until finally, surging within me is the love I abandoned Time and time again, and I find the true passion I have always been missing. Exploding, a million pieces of my heart shatter As your love fills me, seeps into the core of me, Warming me like nothing else ever could. And as the peacefulness of satisfaction overtakes me And I feel myself fading off into nothingness, I wake and am greeted by only the fantasy.
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