By: David W. Clare

Her bedroom was a mess, Girlie things strewn about...
Heels and pantyhose flying around as she got undressed...

I did the same, I didn't even know her name!

She told me her husband was out of town...

We both were half-crocked, her martini spilled on the rug...

We held each other and hugged!

****, then I awoke as the phone rang!

This ****** dream seemed more than real...
I had been celibate since about last May!

Wrong number; same crap different day...

The hotel operator was told to hold all my calls!

Tried to catch more sleep in hopes of capturing her *** in that dream...

Then, came a hard knock on my hotel room door.

A strange angry man, looking for his wife showed me her photograph...

I was stunned!

I told him about my dream, it seemed he thought it was in jest!

Punched me in the face...

Glad there were some band aids in the medicine chest...

Then, I realized I must lock-down the latch...

Making love to his wife; with no strings attached...


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