Loony Bin

“The nurse has told me that you’ve been having nightmares.”
Kelly stares at me;
her eyes scrutinizing
and her pen ready to write on her
yellow legal pad.

“What about it?”
She sighs.
I know she’s tired of me;
the thought makes me smile.

“Could you tell me what they’re about?”
I chuckle;
I would have thought she’d learn by now.

“What have you been dreaming about lately?”
She looks confused,
almost startled in a way.

“We were talking about you.”

“And now we’re going to talk about you.”
“So tell me Kelly,”
“what fills that pretty head of yours in the night?”

“Could we please not do this?”

“I bet you have sexy dreams.”
I bite my lip,
my eyes roam up
and down her body.

I know I’ve called her ugly
but damn is she hot as hell.

The dip in her shirt shows off the
crevice between her ample breasts,
and that pencil skirt hugs her hips nicely
putting her curves on display.

“Excuse me?”
She sounds appalled.
I giggle while my eyes
still roam.

“I bet that your dreams are filled with sex”
“Hot”
“Sweaty”
“oh and how you must moan”
“and moan.”

“This is entirely inappropriate.”

“Hmm”
“Indeed it is,”
“but do you want to know a secret?”

She perks up a bit.
She thinks she might get something useful.

“I dream about you all the time.”
“I dream about you in my bed.”
“You’re lying down”
“your hands are threaded in my hair”
“you moan as I fuck you”
"my mouth doing more than anything
your own hands could ever do.”

Her face is red
and not in anger
and not in embarrassment.

She’s flush.

I smirk.
I’ve got her worked up.

“So please tell me Kelly”
“what do you dream about?”

She stands abruptly,
the yellow legal pad
falling to the floor.

“This session is over.”