You smiled and then you said:
I don’t believe we’ve met.
I don’t believe that too.
I would remember eyes that make me drool.
Did I invite you visit me at home?,
you asked while writing down my phone,
after ten days of making passionate steam,
untill your holiday was over. Next month I flied to Berlin.
Kneeling, holding small ring you asked: Well, no or yes?
I smiled: Sorry, I was already thinking for a wedding dress.
You would remind me that when daughter asks: When exactly you made me?
And then I heard the clock alarm.
Damn, it was just a dream!
author: ©Sabina Braycheva
To Thore Schölermann, my latest inspiration and lovely dream visitor. 🙂
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