..I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine/ Anytime night or day ....
I dreamed of you last night.
Did you dream of me?
If we dreamed a dream together, was it really dreaming?
And if it wasn’t dreaming, what shall we call it?
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At the last minute, I swap beige lace hipsters for white satin boyleg panties and a matching pushup bra.
No sense getting stuck in a rut.
(All I Have To Do Is Dream; The Everly Brothers)
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