I cannot say that I am plagued by the wild dalliances of my twenties and yet from time to time my rogue romancers do appear from nowhere in my dreams/nightmares. Perhaps the brain needs to purge its memories repeatedly before they are officially exorcised? Who knows? In any case, I had fun writing about it!
Nighttime Slumber Subterfuge
Why do you still come back to me
In late night story reels?
For you, my long gone history
do not hold much appeal
Though still I lay, our scenes replay
Oh under-pillow creeper
The tiger that led me astray
Still seeks to lure the sleeper
In duvets huge, I take refuge
You creep back unrelenting
The nighttime slumber subterfuge
Shows no sign of repenting