A DREAM COME TRUE

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It was 11 o'clock in the morning
We open the door
We climb the tier of passion
Then we enter the love room.
You a little slippery
Then you took confidence,
You sat between my legs
And I began to feel the touch of your lips;
Which quenched the thirst of my soul.

The seconds ran
The minutes were leaking,
I no longer felt the touch of your lips
The heat of your body disappeared.

It was like a dream come true
Upon waking
You were gone.
I only found the smell of your perfume
Which was telling me
That it was not a dream.