We’ve all had dreams like this before;
Of pleasure, exposed flesh and lust.
These dreams come once, and nevermore,
They sift away like dirty dust.
We’ve all had dreams like this,
We hope that they don’t end.
Some start with just a kiss,
A stranger or a friend.
We’ve all had dreams
And some come true.
To hear those screams,
Of pleasure through.
Tried to ignore
These dreams erotic call.
We’ve all had dreams like this before.