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He tousled my long flowing hair
And then played with a strand
I sensed a start to this affair
‘Twas Heaven here, on land

I was reborn…

He ran his hand over my brow
To his warm touch, I froze
My eyes saw his desire grow
I simpered and went rose

I was shy…

His fingers traced along my lips
My mind went weak and light
I wanted to taste him in sips
And sing in wild delight

I was ecstatic…

He let some water droplets fall
Placed some on my shoulder
I stood beneath the waterfall
Behind a strong boulder

I was soaked…

He looked at me, his work of art
And wished I were alive
Felt no beat in my paper heart
On his easel, I would thrive

I was… I just was…