Recently
the image of a girl
recurs in my dreams.
My
impatient
anxious
longing
dreams.
the image of a girl
recurs in my dreams.
My
impatient
anxious
longing
dreams.
My dreams of
incarceration
and emancipation.
incarceration
and emancipation.
A girl uncannily similar to you,
with the same
gentle
seductive
eyes…
with the same
gentle
seductive
eyes…
And once more I am tempted by them
to drown.
to drown.
Who knows?
Maybe next time I see her
dream of her
Maybe next time I see her
dream of her
you
when once more my soul is ignited
by the fire of her hair
once more
I drown in that
enchanting smile of hers.
by the fire of her hair
once more
I drown in that
enchanting smile of hers.
Yours.
Maybe
next time I dream of her
I will drown in her
temptation
arms
love
and never wake up.
Maybe
next time I dream of her
I will drown in her
temptation
arms
love
and never wake up.
who knows?
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