Fantasy Poem by jennifer hall

Fantasy



The room was filled with a sweet smell of vanille. Candles were lit every where, rose petels all on the floor and on the bed. I walk into the bathroom and there were bubbles and rose petels in the warm water. You slowly undress me as i get into the warm gentle water..after i get in you get in there with me, you make the water drip on my body and let it run down my neck and back. You wrap me up in a towel after i stepped out of the bath. You pick me up and carry me to the room, we lay on the bed and you kiss my lips very softly, you can tast the whip cream on my lips.

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**Pirate** Love*~Magic~Man 12 December 2008

Whip cream always goes good with sweets...nice fantasy, Jin..

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