My Fantasy

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My Fantasy

I fantasize about meeting you in a strip club,
You in your mesh suit,
Me sitting at the bar.

You look at me in "that way",
You know, the "I Want You" kind of look,

Then, realizing that's not possible,
You look down and close your eyes.

Your hand drawing up your thighs,
Are you fantasizing about me too?

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

claytonbruster’s Poems (7)

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My Everything 4
Fleeting Thought 2
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My Fantasy 0
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You Were 0
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