She dreamed about my desires and bills that would not be paid.
Eyes unopened in morning, some things she just had to say.
Tents over nothing but desert and specifics she held in reserve.
My blush warmed up her morning as I delivered a breakfast of words.
Stirred wide awake with arousal, the day hints of wet and more cold.
Yet under a bright orange canvas, needs were quite boldly exposed.
Perhaps the charges were bogus, for horizons must speak the truth.
The show of two in another were seeds planted well by their boots.
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