Wednesday, February 6, 2008
You know you were having a good sex dream when
You feel the hot sticky air upon your neck,
Tossing from your back to your side, the wetness now
All over your inner thighs. The tickle as the hair runs across your
Warm body, beads of sweat left behind sends shivers
Up your spine.
To laying on your back again, legs part a moan you hear
Was it yours or theirs it was not really clear.
Your body arches hands shoot down to your sides gripping
A head of hair it was now clear to what was going on down there.
Trying to open your eyes, a piece of cloth blocks the view
Tension builds as you flip from back to belly a sting to the ass
Damn did that feel good. This time you knew the moan was your own
As his tool drives in showing you this was going to be one good time.
Beep, beep, beep what the hell was that? Your body slumps, his presence
slowly fading away. “No! This is not happening to me again! ” You feel
The sheets move, yet you are laying perfectly still as you try to re-capture
The moment of his tool deep within you. a hand tugs at your hips bringing you back. Ahh, there’s that warm feeling you were trying to revision.
Your body all tingly, wetness doubled sheets soaked groaning with ultimate
Pleasure, you roll exhausted from the orgasm you had not once but twice you open
Your eyes to him smiling with his bright green eyes.
Damn, that was no good sex dream who in the hell is this guy?