By Rob Adams, e-mail: radams76@yahoo.com
Date: 12 November 1999

dream

There is a girl who plays for me,
My eyes are closed, but I can see.
Her body stays, her hands play on,
Her lips to me our souls are one.
She crawls on top and there we sleep.
This dream of her is all I keep.

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