You are a stranger, a friend or another’s wife. You are my muse, the woman I pass on the
street that says hello with a friendly and radiant smile. Sometimes you know the power that you posses;
a simple toss of your hair, a short skirt, a longing look held for a few
seconds more than expected. Sometimes
you are oblivious to the fact that you inspire my lust. My pen shares my contrived adventures with
you and my hands make them come true as you dance in my head, taunting me from
inaction to quiet individual bedroom adventures.
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