The Dream
One hot summer night, I had a wonderful dream
About the sexiest woman I've ever seen.
She wore a mini dress that matches her red head.
She took me by the hand and here's what she said:
"You're in my power and slowly going to a trance;
Tonight I'll make you mine after the last dance.
I've had my eye on you for quite awhile;
I love the way you move and your great smile."
"Thanks," I said. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Like Peter Parker's wife," she responded, "I'm Mary Jane."
So Mary Jane and I left the party in a cab,
Paid for the fare, and left a hefty tab.
We arrived at her house and I was so excited.
Mary Jane was happy that I got invited.
We went to her apartment, and to my surprise,
She hypnotized me with her seductive eyes;
Ripped off my clothes, and threw me onto her bed!
She was about to kiss me, but instead,
My alarm went off at a quarter after 10:
I'll never have a dream like this again. (DAMN!)
Copyright © Duane Crichlow | Year Posted 2024
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