Imprisoned in your stare
I felt myself go bare
I was a goddess, a millionaire
The answer to a prayer
I was a pawn in your fantasy
I became what you wanted to see
Two strangers face to face
Alone in a crowded place
We shared dinner, a bottle of wine
And a corner of your mind
Only a small table between us
Nothing but our dreams would touch
I didn’t understand it then
I just felt myself giving in
The world drifted miles away
I mystically knew the words to say
And my life flashed before me
As I fell into your dreams
You concealed your intentions
Behind an innocent grin
Captured there in your eyes
I transformed in your mind
I was a pawn in your fantasy
A mirror of what you wanted to be
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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An intriguing reading from a pure poetic writing I have enjoyed
through the lines of "A Pawn In Your Fantasy".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
i may write quickly and you may call me a brat, but your poems have much more depth
:)
i've often compared the human race as pawns in a chess game between heaven and hell
jessica
aka
gypsie