Just a Silky Kind of Dream
The most delicious dream
Underneath a silken moon’s tender glow, There’s a babe named Silk, her beauty does she bestow.
She dances in the rain, beneath a sky wept and wet, Her silhouette in moonlight, a vision one can’t forget.
Babe Silk, with her locks damp and beautifully wild, In the moon’s soft glow, she’s nature’s own child.
In her hands, she carries a shawl of pure silk, Her footsteps on wet cobblestones, softer than milk.
The sky above showers a gentle, loving drool, Reflecting the love in her eyes, deep and cool.
In this wet world of ours, where lovers meet, Babe Silk, under starlight, appears more sweet.
Love, like raindrops, from a yearning sky falls, Onto our babe in her silk gown, love’s sweet calls.
Through her romantic world, she dances, heart set free, Oh, babe named Silk, in love’s dance, you are the key.
In the night’s sweet silence, her love’s story unfurls, Babe Silk, with her wet locks, in love’s dance, she twirls,
Living her existence, lovely, soft, and serene, In her silken world, she’s love’s reigning queen.
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