I like
How warm
I feel
Underneath this
Cotton dress
But
If another
Could feel it with me...
Share in my loud
Resonating womanness
Wouldn't that be Heaven...ly?
The choice parts of it
I suppose.
Anticipating him
Must be why my heart
Seems to have squeezed
Itself
Into
my
Breast
And is racing with a limp
So the thumping
Has a spring
In its beats
Like a prayer answered,
My phantom valentine
Comes riding
On
A ghost train
Like Furor
Charging forth
From
A
Dark pastime
*Note: If you look closely enough, you'd see him standing by the railing on the front footplate of the train.
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