In this dream I turn to you and
light my cigarette from the glowing
tip of yours.
I propose we fly away.
Your dark eyes whip my mind
into arousal and your elegant hand
on my thigh turns me soft inside.
Your breathing is a sigh against
my ear that whispers my hair
and crimson lips so near devours
your resistance.
Against waves of joy and sadness
dreams are always what it could
be like.
Suddenly hares chase foxes
and Roebucks hunt hunters and
to shield me from the terror you
hold me within bleak arms.

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