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fantasy
I fell in love with a man I call my fantasy
See every night
He slowly but surely climbs on top of me
Kisses my cheek than my lips and tell me how much we could be
Whispers in my ears how my loving takes him to pure ecstasy
So I close my eyes and allow him to recreate himself as my fantasy
Tells me that its more than just my physique
Its my love and my style that's got him in too deep
He claims he wants to take me away to a place where no one would find us
And that he could be the one, if I ever learned to trust
That he would take away my misery
And provide me with everything that would allow me to live happily
..but in reality, he doesn't even exist
At least any where other than my mind
And he is too good to be real
So when I want to find him I close my eyes
