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It Was All Like a Dream

The woman I met in Deira was not dreamed

The inviting smile was not just imagined

As I set my eyes on her, I felt a thunder

As I touched her soft hands, I felt the fire

My back shivered when I kissed her lovely chest

My knees buckled when I touched her pretty breast

This beautiful lady was not just a dream

She was what one would imagine in his dream