Lost
Lost in confusion,
replaying the illusion,
she knows not at all what to do.
In the mirror her reflection
shows no sign, no detection.
She knows it was too good to be true.
His soft little kisses
already she misses
remembering each little caress.
Around her shoulder his arm
didn't do any harm,
but the dream was no more and no less...
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