I want to pick my own dream.

There should be a kiss
At the base of my neck.

And wrinkled sheets.

And a long, hot shower
With arms that wrap around.

I've been patiently
Waiting

No more nightmares,
Okay?

My mind drifts
away from me
like a song
I cannot catch
and I am open to the
blessing of your kisses
on my feet
Sacred lover
come dance with me
on silk
enter me until
we are one

Her soft neck philosophy
Teaching a class of wonders
Raise your hand in the moonlight
Throwing intelligence around the room
Catching kisses in the water
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