Dreams Ain't No Memories

Recliner dreams are always way better than bed ones. Last night, Grady barrel-ass ran right into me puppy train strong, the collision I could feel deep into my thigh, and I stroked his golden spine striding next to mine.

Bathed in light while body dark and drooling room at night.

Oh! To touch not a memory but share his living heart. To not recall but live, and run and run in sun.

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