Daily, she walks past where I stack supermarket shelves. Breasts thrust out against her thin, yellow, summer dress, thighs emphasised at every step. Beautiful face. Vivid lips wide, full of promise.

At night, in dreams, she undresses for me. Bare breasts, lips lowering to my disbelieving hardening cock. Awakening to wet pyjamas.

On the street, follow her, longing to caress those twitching buttocks.

In the park, she lies, skirt excitingly raised to almost ‘see’ level. Thighs invite sunlight, invite heated fingers.

Her lover arrives, bends to accept her raised eager lips.

My mind shuts down. Will dreams erase so easily?