Secret Fairytale



She’s a good girl. This to be true, as said
actions, defining words that strum from heart to head.
The direction it takes, comes from within
could it be up, towards the eyes or down in naughty sin.
To see, what simply is a picture, lit by Franklins light
as much as it belongs to the sun that sits up high.
Fallen, for a vision who dwells afar, her intoxicating fragrance
invades, a lonely soul with grace and elegance.

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“Baby. I’m drunk on you” said with passion and flare
that rises to the occasion, partaking in a one night affair.
Pleasure thyself, as a voice echoes clear with instruction
Topping the moment, while the other diddles to eruption.
Bells invention, that brings two people together
airwaves carry, two passing ships who tether.
Embracing each other, to the sounds of swooning sails
the image of spooning a pillow, sharing a secret fairytale.

Ax

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