Dear diary,
Today I saw a golden sun
She held me utterly spell-bound
Like a cock in pursuit of a new hen
Her scorches were surprisingly pleasant
Her radiant skin like ultraviolet ray
Piercing the ozone layers of my heart
Her stare was perplexing
Those blazing eyes sent coals of anxiety down my bowel
Forcing out hot sweats through my skin pores
Like drizzles from a sun-lit sky
Down my blush-redened chin and craned neck
Her hair, long and flourishing
Like undisturbed waves of a still sea
Her long legs, alluringly elegant
Each stride laced with poise and gay
"Ben! Ben!"
A pesky neigbour jolted me back to conciousness
The air was stiff with a cloy aroma
As I saw a cloud of smoke pushing its way through the haze
I was basking in the euphoria of my fantasy
Now, my pot lay in a pool of thick soot.
By Ben Wilfred
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