A number was dialed.
A girl was ordered.
She said I can make your
wildest dreams come true.
Her skin made the moon envy,
Her hair blended with the night,
Her eyes were a field of lavender,
Her skin was a story of scars and tattoos.
She tasted like vanilla with a dash of smoke,
She felt like a blanket, soft and warm,
She whispered sweet lies of endearment,
She made love seem like reality for a night.
My wildest dreams had nothing on her.
©pyrion
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