my thoughts have left this room
darted deep into a land
where play is an everyday occurrence

her body lies limp and youthful
gauze gown spread across
the daisy buttoned grass

once lifeless with inattention
her lips now curl sweet
black lashes slowly unfurl

the famished goddess wakes
dines on fairy tales
and from lilies drinks deep

roused by the scent of one worthy
unrestrained she stirs
choose now or leave her lie

for her powers grow quickly
if left to lust upon – your
minds eye

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