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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