Wicked Dreams

How come the dreams become so vivid each day?

The fantasies are unreal, none will come true anyway

Not allowing my hunger to chew my soul

My thirst that you can satisfy is the evil side of me

Immoral fruits shattered the scent of my innocence

Should I apologise for welcoming you in my wicked dreams?

This church lady is no angel and will never be a saint

All the images created in my head are all wrong

Everything in the wild, voluntarily and willingly share with you

I’m glad that you’re absolutely clueless and won’t find out at all

Don’t judge me to be nasty, I’m a woman too!

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