The Welcome Dream

I dream of you, maybe fall in love all over again. The dreams are as usual erotic, you pretend to be married and I pretend not to be. We once shared a lot of fantasies, and did not pretend at all; they were dark horses ridden through darker flames. Dreams are powerful, we all know that, I wanted to look you up, hook up again, my libido still smoldering, with wide-awake tantric visions. Maybe you have mastered the art of astral flying, If you want to be my succubus I will leave the bedroom window open. My knees are shot now, but if you’re still limber we can dream side by side, re-live our best moments in a fantasy league all of our own.