Dreams about you, the best ones anyway.
This is my dream. You typing away telling a story. Me, nude in your bed mentally cataloging one for later. I’ll write the tale of our passion after it’s cooled between my legs.
Before it heats up in your eyes again. There’s always that calm before the moans and the screaming start up again. You fuck me as though I keep you caged, maybe I do. Like you do to me. Semantics, let us just enjoy the ride. Live my nightly dream with me.
You can take me softly with kisses, or roughly gripping at my flesh. Making me cry out for you in the darkness.
"Who do you belong to?" You whisper in my in ear.
We both know the answer to that. You will always have a indelible place in heart. It's been that way since we first met.