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Dreams of a young vixen
I saw her,
Standing,
Out of my reach,
So young is she,
—younger than me.
She’s different
This one
This nymphet of love,
Kind, Smart,
A lovely smile,
—this is she
Does she notice
I watch?
I dream of her,
Every movement,
Every sigh.
She comes to me,
In the night
—in dreams
And I show her,
Sweet Bliss.
My heart pounds,
I wake,
Hands empty of her,
No soft skin,
—so young
To caress,
No full lips
—so young
To kiss.
I’m here
All alone
With only dreams of she,
How young she is
Oh my
Oh me.