Two souls carried by the breeze through, lucid, epic, prophetic, hopes and dreams; Conceived on beds of salty steam whilst drifting on a raft of love to the sleepy land of nod.
With pillow talk and sheets for sails we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms and keep our simple craft afloat with sex and love and silly jokes before catching zZz’s with gods.
Dedicated to Pixie.
Two souls sharing sex, love and silly jokes, pillow talk, dreams and hopes before catching zZz’s with gods. On our little raft of dreams.
To slumber in the arms of Morpheus !