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Written by Asa McCoy

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There was a dream I once heard said

about a time with you and I in bed.

We talked, we laughed, we loved, 

bathed in light from above.

 

The sheets our lust won't cover.

Above my loins your hands do hover.

Our clothes are forfeit, 

our pretenses done with.

Within each we have found a new lover.