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Fantasy Valentine 1983Alone, I dream of him. Perhaps it's just a whim. I feel his breath from behind As his arms around me bind. I turn to see his eyes alight. At last, I know the time is right For his gentle wisp of a kiss And warm and tender caress. After his touch I'm all aglow. There's no turning back now, I know. Humor, music, feelings, moments shared Bud forth a unison dreamt, uncompared. This fantasy is all mine Of my 'Fantasy Valentine'. Ex-Rea © '83 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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