Dream

I wish life was a dream. Then I could do whatever I please. Lift the soul of a woman...undress her by pulling a singe thread at the seam. Kiss her hot thighs...make her erupt with pleasure...a power worthy of treasure. I can see myself now...if I could build my own dreams...the president of my own mind...spreading knowledge the right way...not quite like Dr. King, but the way of a true man...warm, wet, and sweet shivering way of a gentle man...respecting her privacy. Don't need to steal or be obscene...with the lock between her knee, my tongue is the key. Unlocking everything in my head that holds my dreams