The Sex Room

I keep having these dreams of you 
In my mind you are ravishing me with your thrust of chest
pulling my hair back as I lay across your lap
Then kissing my thighs then suckling my breasts
What is this but lust in a sex room of my imaginative mind
Though when I awaken you have left just a love note
Clenched in my hand it reads fall in love not in hate
What it means I tremble and shake
This room I shall always remember