Dream Brackets

The night was bracketed by reveries
co-starring men I never met before.
While drifting off, the hug spanned chest to knees,
the perfect pressure making me want more.
And just before I woke, I took a tour
of new acquaintance threatening no hurt.
Some problems almost solved and good rapport?
It felt adventurous to laugh and flirt.

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