Excitement and gladness coincide,
Thoughts and dreams of you purvey
A measurement of wonderment,
In all you do and say.
Illusory love so gifted,
Imagination free and spry,
Transported to another place,
One where you and I
Exchange a kiss, extoll our bliss,
Indulge illicit pleasures,
Where fantasy and reality
Merge in fullest measure.
In hotel room where lust will bloom,
Extinguished every hour,
Till fireworks are fused and blown,
Gathered flower by flower
Till bouquet, now
In disarray,
Gathered
In its pieces,
Scents our souls
And,
Gradually,
Fantasy releases.
scottishmomus 
Wow! xx
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:)x
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Love this one
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Glad to hear it. Thank you. :)x
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a few fantasy moments coming from you of late I see ~ smiles x
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Nought wrong with a bit of fantasy.:)x
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shakes head – nope nothin’ at all 🙂 x
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:)x
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Wow! Well done, my friend. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Thank you, Natalie. :)x
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Oh yes!!!
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:)x
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Lovely…how I love this:)
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Thank you. :)x
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Reblogged this on Traces of the Soul and commented:
I have to find that “hotel where there’s a room where lust will bloom…fantasy releases” Yep but be a 5 start for sure {grins}
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Thanks for the reblog, missus! Bet it’s five star. And bloody expensive, no doubt. But figure it would be worth it! :)x
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