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.
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