big, little i

Drag my two ton machine around your neighborhood.

My bleeding body aches for your virilous touch.

The picture of the male form visited me in a strange, ego-fueled dream.

I saw him from afar, lying in the middle of an alleyway, all but a mirage as I approached.

My astral body passed where his pretty head had rest, and a particular presence turned my neck. Must be a sprite of some kind.

Come here, he beckoned. My mind making stories of the shapes he made with his hand, and he led me to his house where I just had been.

It was there a third member joined our party, one of which I had not been previously aware.

Even in my dream state I can't get a moment alone with you.