Don’t you love the waking up time. When you can create a new dream every minute. Sometime in serial fashion. Sometimes of the same sexual sequence. Her. With her sexy smile. Her wet pussy. In the park, fresh air, bouquet of flowers, lying in the grass, rubbing our bodies together. People watching.
Swimming. Nude at dusk. Legs kicking. Glancing against one another. Intertwining. Combinating.
Lots of people huddled together. You under me. Opening our coats. Naked underneath, Flesh against flesh. Fresh among the rest.
I want to hit that snooze one more time or maybe more. Back to my dreams with her. I’ll be late. She will understand.