There inside her secret drawer
The drawer that hid her treasure
Were noisy things and quiet things
But all are there for pleasure

For she would sync with her machines
On journeys in her mind
Where she would often close her eyes
The pleasure better blind
The pleasure set atop her bed
That sometimes had a judder
As in her dream when at the end
Her treasure brings a shudder

Then back inside her secret drawer
Those secret things would stay
To wait for other fantasies
Those dreams she likes to play


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