The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The Fantasy Train
Looking out the window of the our fantasy train
Observing the great landscapes of the sexual plain
With you snuggled up close to me
My arms around you, and your hand on my knee
The train is empty, with just me and you
And the pine forests and the lakes of turquoise blue
Your breath against my neck and the smell of perfume
Make my heart beat a well-known tune
The hills outside remind me of your curvaceous breasts
As my hand starts to slip up your dress
The turquoise skies start to become overcast
As our breath becomes stagnant and fast
The rain that starts to drip
Makes you as wet as a sinking ship
Your sexual fantasy on a train of dreams
Is what I think when I feel your hand down my jeans
The tall hard trees of magnificent pine
Stand erect like something else of mine
And as the train continues we start to explore
Our bodies naked our clothes on the floor
The movement of the train journey
Is like of us making love, as I feel you in me
As the day becomes night
And we make love under the starlight
I feel your peaks of the mountains and the gushing rivers
As we climax and our body shivers
Huddled together in your eternal fantasy
We are two adventurers together on this train journey



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