Insomnia

She haunts my soul, vibrates my balls
her fuck me hips in tight jeans
hard nipples on small, tight, tits
that beg to be twisted, then pulled

I can't surrender now
yet, I can smell her cunt still
through the fog of today
through the endless calling
of her swollen clit
that steals my sleep
until I find my hand
upon my pole

until my cum is sprayed
upon my stomach

with a sigh, I feel my toes curl
as her sweet smell fades away
my eyelids closing slowly
where my dreams will lead
me once again into her arms