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Desire In Dreams

You fall in frustration,

screaming at the soft carpet that greets you,

because I torture you,

ever elusive,

long legs,

across your desk,

long monologue,

where I pretend not to notice,

that you want me.

I talk about it some more,

your desire is my world,

and all the world’s a stage,

for girls like me.

My lips are soft,

and yours are cursing me,

they collide every time I try to continue speaking,

because you’re rushing me,

for your own sake,

and eventually mine.

I watch you lose your mind.

Last night,

I dreamed that we went to see a movie,

stuck to the seats,

as your hands decided to be sordid,

hungry for something the snack counter didn’t stock,

I was devoured by a demon that had already consumed my soul,

and I woke up from that,

like nothing was wrong.

How does that make you feel?

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