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You are my fetish
I don’t want you real
Your effect must be heightened
Revealed, not concealed
I want to just linger
On the sweep of your face
The song and the singer
Not even a trace

You are my fetish
I’ll never let on
This is just my secret
A dream wished upon
I’ll never approach you
I’ll speak not a word
To think of us meeting
Is truly absurd

You are my fetish
I want you afar
I’m only the moon, dear
You shine like a star
I’ll never yet touch you
You must understand
You’re just my lost fetish
It’s all that I planned

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Fetish

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    I wonder what happened to my old gimp suit?

  2. Love this!! Secret fetish….sigh. 🙂

    Great one, Sis

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