I think perhaps it was the brisk weather last night.
I dreamt of standing in front of Bronwyn,
nervously waiting to meet the beautiful woman
who also wanted to meet me!
Your playful eyes were sunlight and blue sky
draped with lamplight bangs
wrapped in the cool autumn air
I remember finally getting to kiss you
tenderly at first,
then quickly with wild wanting
We were famine and our lips the feast
The sweet devouring of our tongues
All the world fell away
as I got to kiss you the way I always meant to
and the hilarity that followed
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