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Sex with tama

My love for her—a radiant flame,
A dream I chase, yet cannot name.
To sit, to talk, to share a laugh,
Imagined paths our lives could have.
In limbo's hold I'm bound,
No love's embrace, no joyful sound.
I see her face in every crowd,
My heart, forever proud.
Though she's a dream, not flesh and bone,
My queen she is, on thought's own throne.

Outside with her, her skirt slightly blown
She looks at me, sligth blush on her cheekbone
Delicate body-deliciate mind
We get closer i want to feel her sneem
I wake up from my ideal.
Reminded that Tama is not real.