Fantasy

I was your fleeting fantasy,
And I came when you called.

But now, my tormentor,
Your lusting requests
Shall fall onto deaf ears.

And I’ll shed my tears,
Unbidden, unnoticed,
In the silence of heartbreak.

by Rose Preston

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Fantasy should never be lust, it must be ecstasy molded in love! Thanks, it reminds us of loving not lusting.1o for me.