Figment
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My imagination is fertile ground
Fantasies spring up in every crack
In every crevice like fragrant buds
Why would I venture outside this garden
When within these walls I am lithe and limber
As tender and receptive as a new shoot
In my mind you are beautiful and sleek and strong
Intuitive hands surprise and delight me
Our bodies entwine like hungry vines
Why would I seek flesh and blood
For any mere mortal must surely disappoint
Beside the rapturous skills of the one imagined
The petals of my flower open to your seduction
In my Eden you plant and sow, and plant and sow
You take root and I writhe beneath your shaft of light
Lovely but alone, I bloom