Dream Love
he admitted.
“Was it real in my dreams?” I asked.
“Very,” he replied.
“How could that be?” I mused.
“Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said.
“I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder.
“You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.