Monsieur,
Well damn. That was an intense dream, one of the hottest. Not that it took place in the Sahara desert, no, not at all. The other type of "hot"…
Those dreams are somehow torture — waking you up spontaneously when you get too horny. F' me, I'd have loved to see it all through, man…
So I guess you're still on my mind, how dare you! Even when I'm away, even when I'm so busy. Since I didn't have headspace during the day, I guess you caught me at night. Off guard, again. That makes sense, and I'm not even mad. That was sweet — or more like sexy.
I'd love you to miss me, like I do. Do you, sometimes? Let me know next time, that'd be nice to hear.
Even nicer would be to teleport to an alternative reality, where you and me could be a thing. Other than what is, what could (not) be. Our bodies would collide so majestically, we would create new matter, new particules, and spread them into the galaxy. I would make you moan softly, you would make me scream, blissfully so.
If I can feel the heat and the pull from such a distance, I trust the above statement would prove true. If only I had a chance, which I have none on this plane of reality… I'd make you mine in a way you didn't think possible nor reasonable.
Temptation, temptation. Don't be my downfall.
Talk tomorrow, maybe? Please?