Dream Of A Latin Lover,
wearing see through clothing.
Her long black hair falls on her shoulders,
and she talks in words I can not hear.
The scene reeks of sex,
but I sit back in my robes,
and let her words caress my mind.
Stimulating my dreams,
so that I can wake up,
and write this down.
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