Engraved in your mind, my image, my voice—unceasing, omnipresent. Daily worship no longer satiates, your yearning for me persists even as sleep beckons. As you drift into slumber, my whispers linger, weaving into your dreams. Is it reality or mere fantasy? The line blurs as you submit, stroking to the ethereal presence of Dream Lindsey. In this realm, my words carry warmth, my touch, tenderness. Aroused yet bewildered, you surrender, cascading into a surreal realm where desire and devotion intertwine. Awakening, a residue of passion lingers, a craving unquenched—a thirst for me that transcends mere need.
