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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