If lay next to you, on a bed
where all cares were cast out,
and words were need not said,
with a whisper, or cried out loud.
If lay next to you on a bed
skin caressing skin, and all ala mesh
a night were fantasy and reality be wed
with the meeting of blood and flesh;
Sadly that night won’t come
nor will my fantasies be alive,
for in your heart you have one
a burden I must live with in order to die;
Yet, every night those dreams to occur
where fantasy weds reality, and all turns to blur.
A contest entry
- What is your fantasy? by Sinfully Yours.
1000 points, ended July 11, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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awwww....this is great! its like one of those fantasies that could never happen, but that wouldn't stop you from fantasizing, and it shouldn't! but i like this! its a true fantasy that should make people happy, yet sad at the same time! great job and good luck!
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