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MYSTERIOUS LIVING IMAGINATION -PART 1

~~ MYSTERIOUS LIVING IMAGINATION PART 1
Thinking something to self
Never assuming my thoughts could whisper to the walls
It became like a rumour
The sound was loud that I spoke of it
Communicating not realizing I was ordering what's on the menu
Which will sound like a dessert
Or more like a sexy woman in red dress
Ordering her favourite expensive drink for the show offs

I lived in my secret thoughts
Calling it secret never thinking it would be real
But personally everyone has those fantasies
I became a character in it where
I was a woman who can capture power's of a man
To even control his ego, his mind and his body
I cant say the rest
I was seductive, presentable, attractive, confident, in control
More like candy, sexy, irresistible woman I could have not imagined I'd be

I lived in high heels of taking a lead
with my walk and leg crossed....
Long hair down, lips glowing, lovely voice...
That was just a tip of caramel cream on top of my dessert fantasy

All I did in reality was just to wake and work
Hoping to be someone's woman some day
Yes I was single, But just for that spontaneous night
My thoughts brought a living fantasy
A gentle man pursuing me
This man barely knows me
Or should I say I barely know
Stroke me with the Dejavu
And now it ends all as a poetry
Led me back to writing
The rest was history.

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