Imaginary love


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Eyes closed.


Dreams resurfacing.

Fresh dew of fragrance.

Moist face.

Cold hand.

She strokes my lip.

Curled finger.

Blowing warm air on my face.

Gentle laughter.

She unveils her face.

Rubs her palm.

Oozing sensuality.

I long for her face.



She disappears in the flick of dust.

Breezy wind.

Flick of love.

Soothing presence.

Who is she?

Invisible force of love.

Magnet of romance.

Haunting presence.

Yet, she cannot be touched.

An angelic force.

A Light consuming darkness.

Ecstasy of love.



Power of imagination.

Sparkle of love.

Unbridled sensuality.


A tale of imaginary love.

Stormy night and passion.





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