Far too many women probably daydream the way you have so accurately described in this poem of womanly lust. Unfortunately, something is usually holding them back from any overt move that would reveal how they feel to the objects of their dreaming.
I recall that my seventh grade girlfriend who gave me my first erection when she sat on my lap, was probably daydreaming about that hunk of a man, Rock Hudson, who she had a poster of in her room. ;-)
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
I recall that my seventh grade girlfriend who gave me my first erection when she sat on my lap, was probably daydreaming about that hunk of a man, Rock Hudson, who she had a poster of in her room. ;-)
Ron