My nights are filled with vivid dreams of what might be, Visions of you beside me, nakedly entwined, Your flesh soft and yielding, both luxuriating, In that delicious state of satisfied desire, Appetites slaked from hours of torrid abandon, Repeatedly cresting the summits of passion Coupled in the ecstasy of mutual lust. And then in the morning I think of what might be, Hot visions of erotic play in the shower, My hands e...