Woolgathering

Indulgence in idle daydreaming

Daydreaming repeatedly. Will she ever fall into my arms. Will she notice a charm? She is my fantasy I could never harm.

She feels similar to an intimate spell, my wholeheartedness may blissfully be quelled.

She’ll twist my; not until never, more so much, pure lust. I’ll feel my heart pound away, and be powerless to look away.

A paralyzing passion on that day. Will I know what to do? When my illusion comes true.

As we together show an interest, I discover undeniable happiness.

This will be completely incredible. Fingers crossed, that this is simply temporary daydreaming.