You were in my dreams again last night. We were in Brighton, sitting together on the rocky beach between the two piers. You were wearing a white button down shirt, untucked, and faded loose jeans. Your feet were bare. I was looking at you, studying you, not sure how it was that I was there with you, and you turned to me and kissed me.
I smiled and told you that you taste like pears and sunshine.
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Ah, how romantic that must have seemed. How nice it would be to have someone know whether or not I taste of pears. Lo, a new benchmark for romance is defined.
now THAT is a good dream.
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