Fantasies of Dahlia Dahlia is a fantasy
plucks harp like a mysterious asp
a revolution comes over me!
She runs away
strums away
I drum away
pounding for her
to run into me, perchance
she does not wear pants
only wondrous floating dresses
which fly and whirl
Why is she not of this world?
her flesh begs touch
her figure commands lust,

and she dances
as she plucks
the lyre.

She romances,
will not fuck
the world entire

her firm plump breasts are for me
only
I am under the spell
in my fantasy
I would travel to hell
to enter the temple.