DREAM (NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL)

(I made this story up when the first line phrase came into mind - one thing led to another!)

I had a most erotic dream.
(Well, night-time thoughts do get extreme,
When lads grow into adult life
Before they settle with a wife)
A girl, who caught my eye by day,
At bakery where I got my pay,
Walked pointedly into the shop
When my work was about to stop,
She said daringly to my face:
“I don’t care about time and place:
If you will serve me with two loaves,
Here, for you, I’ll take off my clothes
And get off with you on the counter:
I’ll be the mounted, you the mounter!
I am your ewe and you’re my tup!”
At these ovine words I woke up.