Lydia

Lydia

I dreamed about Lydia
But she doesn’t know,
She’s that hot little Russian
At the Motion Picture Show,
I recall that I met her
3 years, past September,
Exactly what day it was
I don’t really remember.

She appears shy and sweet
She doesn’t talk much,
When we met in my dream
We shared a little touch,
With our fingers entwined
The sense of contact was real,
There was a special connection
I believe we both feel.

Sweet Lydia, darling
I found you at last,
Too bad my dreams
Are gone, way too fast.

 

 

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