Dirty Dream #3

I had a dream last night
I touched your face in a nocturnal haze
No vitriol in sight
So unlike what happened our lives

Her breast abloom
A flower unnamed
Nee inert, ablaze!

A different dream this time
Wrapped up tight
From the chill of the night
A lion’s share of game
Still one face separates

Mammaries are an awful crush
Try too hard and she turns off

Hans will guide the way