Turn of tides.

There was a dream last night.

It should be.

Your silky smooth lips on my body,

Sucking the life out of me,

Your body radiating heat,

Burning every inch of my skin,

Igniting my core alive,

My heart pumped blood to my brain.

Faster than a race car,

As those three words rang in my ears.

‘I love you,’ you said.

It was a dream I dreamt to be real.

It should be.

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I woke up early the next morning and went to my office. Not that I slept that night but I needed a distraction… distraction from my own thoughts.

I wasn’t sure if I was hallucinating or if I was still dreaming or if everything that I thought happened the previous day actually happened. Confusing, isn’t it? Yeah, for me