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My Ivy Dream

I dreamt her.

Somehow my mind gave me a slowly moving picture of such beauty.

Hair that felt no need to stay one color, rolling softly over slim shoulders.

Her hips and lips just begging for someone to love her, to hold her close.

I dreamt her, my beautiful Ivy.

Her body bound by such tight clothing and a mask around her face she wore.

Her eyes seemed to speak to my soul both an invitation and a warning.

Her skin a beautiful tan but not as soft as it looks.

My beautiful dream girl, Ivy.

Her hands calloused from writing and work.

Her muscles telling a tale of a hard life.

I dreamt her.

If I dreamt her then why do my eyes still search,

For the one girl I know I can't have?

It's Gods curse for my choice in lovers.

I dreamt my beautiful Ivy.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It sucks. But my Muses/Oc's wouldn't shut the crap up as they seem to believe that this girl is on a website I also posted on somewhere. So crappy or no, here it is. To my beautiful Ivy I dreamt of. I really did dream of her. So, somewhere out there I will meet her, hopefully.

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last updated 2 January 2013 - 5:49pm
©2 January 2013 - 2:18pm — LovingLovelace
2 January 2013 - 2:41pm — TOUNDE
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i sincerely love this pieces,

i sincerely love this pieces, it is very interesting

2 January 2013 - 5:49pm — LovingLovelace
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Thank-you! I wrote it in

Thank-you! I wrote it in like, three minutes and Lena told me not to edit it because.... I don't know she is Lena...

Sorry, off topic.

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LovingLovelace

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