I Saw You In My Dreams
Last night, I dreamt of you.
How gorgeous you were, spread out and waiting for me. Pink in all the right places, hard bone gleaming with juice. White mounds glistening, creamy liquid running down and making puddles beneath you.
Oh, how I want you, 12-ounce Porterhouse steak and baked potato with sour cream.
I want you bad.
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And yet here you are, adjacent to the ostensible Steak Capital of the World.
Hahaha!! Oh man, I need a cold shower! Too funny… Oh wait, no longer need that shower, now I’m just craving mashed potatoes. Dang it.
Mmmmm. Mashed potatoes….