In Love With Love That Doesn't Exist
I can see her anytime.
But night-time is best.
It’s the nightly visits,
That suggest I am blessed.
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So quietly, she slips,
In and out of my bed,
Becoming the loveliest figure,
Inside my head.
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My clouded visions,
Are permanently etched,
With distinct outlines,
Perfectly sketched.
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Her vision returns,
To persistently insist,
That her form and charm,
I can never resist.
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Overpoweringly suggestive,
She’s seductive, persuasive,
Explicitly expressive,
Consumptive, and submissive.
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Consistent fulfillment,
Ardent endearment…
She empowers me to be,
All and only what she isn’t.
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But her kiss is a kiss,
That is utter bliss,
Engulfing, captivating,
Impossible to dismiss.
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She’s so real to feel.
She’s so easily kissed.
I’m spell-bound to a love,
That doesn’t exist.
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~Micky Dee~
…04-19-13…
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