the man I saw in my dreams was a little to perfect to be real.
when I say dreams, I was fully awake but lost in my thoughts.
his perfectly structured body like one perfectly sketched.
he was an embodiment of beauty and glamour.
my creativity was getting too good as I kept painting the picture of the one after my heart. my self made lover.

it felt like a dream never to be seen
but my self made lover appeared right before me
his eyes met mine, and I could hear the sound of his breath
this is no illusion or fiction because he was real.
his touch was warm, and...