Last Night

Just when I thought I was over you too...
I had THE MOST vivid dream of you last night.
Perhaps the most real to date.
We were at some Black tie event.
You wore a black suit with a deep red shirt and black tie, you looked absolutely divine. No surprise.
Your date, a little Spanish belle, was also dressed to the nines.
I admit I was jealous. I must've been there alone. Not a date in sight. No surprise.
We must have been on a yacht or perhaps a ship because I saw your face pass through a port hole and followed you down a long corridor.
I followed you into a room.
Your date was sleeping peacefully on the red satin bed in her red satin gown, heels still on.
Maybe she was passed out. I don't know. I couldn't tell.
There is always plenty of champagne to go around in elegant dreams.
I don't know in how much detail I should delve. It was so real. I could taste it in my sleep.
Fuck it, no one reads this anyway right...
You took me into your arms and my fingers were immediately curled into your perfect hair.
Your lips devoured mine and we were lost once again.
I said, "I've missed you so much." out of breath. And you returned the sentiment.
Your voice, your jawline, my reflection in your deep brown eyes, your scent invading my senses...
It was so real. I'm getting flashbacks still..
With your date still out like a light we found our way beside her onto the soft, silky sheets.
You turned me around and propped me up on my knees, with one foot on the bed and the other on the ground.
You pulled down my lace panties just to my knees and took me, deep. Hard.
Maybe I should stop right here... But...
What would be the point of that?
You spoke aloud and asked your passed out plus one, "Are you ok?", "Are you still asleep?" all whilst taking me in, again and again in the most glorious filling rhythm.
I could feel you full inside of me. My eyes rolling back with pleasure I haven't felt in the longest time.
..she began to stir.
It startled us back into our black tie attire and upright to our feet.
What the fuck do dreams mean?
If anything at all.
Why after a month of cutting all ties did you decide to accept that invitation now?
Does that mean you're still thinking about it?
Am I on your mind?
Do you miss me? Us?
I've been doing so good and then you come in and fuck up all of my progress.
You're as dangerous as a loaded magnum with the safety off.
I miss you too but then I recall all of the pain you've caused that I'm barely coming down from and brush those feelings off.
I can't do this again.
I refuse to keep you on the back burner any longer.
You had me front and center and you wrote me off without batting an eye.
You don't get to keep me as a play toy on the trophy shelf of your life.
You wrote the rules. I'm obeying your wishes, or hers, the both of yours.
Who cares?
You're not my problem.
How dare you invade my peace!
Come and fuck me in my dreams!
Stop thinking of me, please.
I am NOT yours.
I'm done.
Gone.
This is what you want..