I have dreamed of you, I know I am the creator of all of these realities, and in this one I choose kneeling at you feet at the perfect moment, the right thing always happens. One day soon, I know I will feel your hand gently at my throat, because I trust you, and you trust me, and you know I like to be taken to all the breathless edges.
I know that you deny me of my inhibitions and bring out the little slut in me, as you have before. I am beautiful, the antidote to the poisons in you, as you are an antidote to my pursuit of the thrill. Dear Lover, in those astral travels that are only a breath away, your light burns strongly, gilding my mind’s eye.
Truly this mind empowers this reality, and what I see is real, and what I write is truth, and what I am is perfect, then I offer my words tonight in praise of you, in the knowledge of their powers.
