i can only think in dreams in addressing the public

i had that dream the other night
a funny boy i barely knew
my savior at the end of the hall,
we jumped into the swimming pool

broad shoulders locked me in their grasp
(somehow i still feel his arms)
we floated with our eyes wide open,
his tan skin liquid from my charms

he watched me as we found the surface,
his marble chest still dripping lightly,
pushed up his sexy clark kent glasses
and disappeared into my psyche