Erotic dreams

I had the most erotic dream in years. It was about you. Of course an Eastern European. But it's a secret. It's mine, and now it's yours. It's just between us.


I woke up in wet sheets and dizzy mornings just with the feeling that you provoked all of that. With the necessity of dreaming for one more second. Just with this new sensation of needing you.


I was crazy in your universe thinking of how much I wanted to kiss those lips. How crazy I am that smile. But also how much I wanted to squeeze your ass. How much I wanted you just for me. Your eyes are the preciousness never reached by the almonds, your face it's a poem just made by itself.


It's the first time I dream of you. It's the second time I'm writing about you. 72 hours later the idea, I'm still perturbed. I can remember every detail from that symphony that meant making love to you.  Because it felt like that, just like the love I needed not to be real.


But how could I talk to you about that? How can I tell you that essential need of you? It's just a dream that now I need on my memories, it's just an excuse for seeing you the next day.