That Dream - Poem by James McLain
And her eye was in her petticoat which opens race/lace.
I awakened suddenly sexually.
And begin my heart beating
because some exactly, 'it is strange.
I looked at that and she changed her cloth.
As for her the petticoat and other ones
which she remove hers being changed.
But as for her green panties
which it was sawing through that area
where the bush re-arranges with that tree
and around her/her hips is are many silk leaves.
And the other petticoats
are attached to each pale body.
the dressing table floating over the throne
no regards to her blouse
opening and the bed for the second time,
and for a while in me, secret meetings.
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