An Exploration of Dreams

A glimpse
Into my deepest desires
A romp with a stranger
Or a romantic interlude
With an exotic dancer
An intimate dinner with a millionaire
Bachelor on his yacht
Or on a private jet
Creatively exploring
Our mutual attraction
In my vanilla nightshade
I don't live my fantasies
Life is real
And fantasies are shared
We sit across from each other
Our bedroom eyes still piercing
After 30 years
Two pads of paper
A sexual fantasy on each
Risking self
As anxiety exchanges glances
We trade papers
Read quietly
Ask questions
Clarify
We giggle and laugh
Overcoming our awkwardness
This is between the two of us
Freud would clap for me
It's easy to be bold when one is loved
Love flourishes
He is not my husband