Wandering like a ghost through the empty streets,
All red buses, lamps and tiles down my naked feet.
At the end of the alley there's a blinding light,
Inching closer, it get colder it's a starry night.
Massive gray stone portal, wisps of white clouds,
Fountain spitting water, soft sounds that are playing loud.
Takes a seat just a feet from the wet stones,
In the midst is a maiden wearing wet clothes.
Blushing red, pale skin, our eyes meet,
Steps out, coming closer she is smiling.
Reaches out for my hand it goes all dark,
We're in a different place now which is all grass.
Running slow, takes a leap she is on top,
Kisses me hoping it just don't stop.
Wakes up with a start she is looking down,
With a smirk on her face in a little gown.
Holds my cheek, leans down with her lips pressed,
To my ear whispering, asking "Where next?"
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