A stranger, hands so warm and large, affection
just flowing from his body and his touch.
This dream so strange, yet so real - perfection
large brown eyes that twinkle, much too much.
He wore a cape, I barely reached his shoulder.
He cuddled me and held my hands in his.
"My lady, want a chess game?" - he spoke boldly.
He winked at me, bent down, and we kissed.
* Strange Dream at 6 30 am*
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