With heels-
Every time I run down
The stairs.
There's something about
The pair.
The beauty, the curiosity,
The sheer deception
As they neatly sit there
Catching my eyes..
After weeks of
This encounter-
A fantasy got around
The sight of them.
The imagery took shape
Of a fetishized face.
Then the fancy met,
The reality when,
My landlord's girl,
Opened the gate.
Ahh! The disappointment.
A fantasy got around
The sight of them.
The imagery took shape
Of a fetishized face.
Then the fancy met,
The reality when,
My landlord's girl,
Opened the gate.
Ahh! The disappointment.
Never meet your idols
They say. The reality of a
Fantasy is often a
Disgrace.
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