A man can Dream can’t he ?
|It was midnight on the first day of April 2051.
The girl of my dreams crept stealthily into my bed.
She looked at me with those big green eyes of hers.
Lust in every cell of her being and not a stitch of clothing on her voluptuous body was to be seen, or felt.
She did not take my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It had already gone