Last night I dreamt about my boyfriend from when I lived in London.
He's my "one that got away" as, with hindsight and perhaps some better management at the time, I could have held onto him.
It would have been worth it. He was, and indeed probably still is, highly intelligent, creative, handsome and funny. And, surely the icing on the cake, minted with an inheritance and a family with Lord and Lady in their title. (Glossary: minted=loaded in English English)
Anyway, last night I dreamt vividly about his dick.
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