I lazily stretch and yawn as I slowly awaken from a dream filled sleep. Vestiges of images still weigh on my mind as I rethink of what I dreamt. His touch, ever so soft upon my skin. His heartbeat, slowly melding to match my own. His kiss, gentle, yet firm and demanding. My own dream man, willing to do whatever I need done to satisfy me. To fulfill my wants and needs. Will he always just be in my dreams?
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