My Waking Hours Spent Dreaming

Why are my waking hours spent dreaming
of your elusive, misty form?
My eyes are closed, but I am thinking
of your body, sweet and warm.

So far away you lie in bed,
soft and nude in my mind's eye,
while I am here tossing and turning,
so obsessed with you, it makes me cry.

Restlessly you turn in slumber,
your thighs, once closed, now fall apart.
My fantasy is growing stronger,
I feel the beating of my heart.

You dream of a lover close beside you,
you passion growing, now unchecked.
I see your breasts, pale and heaving,
shine in the light, their tips erect.

You kick the covers from your body,
your sweet lips part and faintly moan.
Avidly, I view your turning,
my passion rising with your own.

The man in your dreams lies beside you,
your hands creep up to cup your breast.
Until you satisfy your yearning
both of us know you'll have no rest.

Hungrily I gaze upon you,
fondly caress you with my eyes.
Your pink-tipped breasts rise before me
and the golden promise of your thighs.

Your fantasy lover cups your bosom,
between your legs your lips are wet.
My breath is harsh as I gaze with longing;
my pink crowned warrior now erect.

Moaning softly in your slumber,
one hand leaves your swollen tips
To slide between your lovely legs
and slip between your moistened lips.

The blood in my veins is coursing through me,
the muscles tighten in my calf.
As my heart pounds in my chest
my hand curls round my throbbing staff.

Your lovely body lies before me.
Your fingers move, as in a glove.
My hand clutches my swollen member,
Stiff and wet with thoughts of love.

In my mind I kneel before you,
my hands on your bottom, sweet and bare.
Lowering my face between your thighs,
I bury my mouth in the golden hair.

Fingers entwined in my ruffled hair,
your moan a melody, softly sung.
Your curling hairs against my mouth,
I caress your sweet lips with my tongue.

You writhe on the bed and clutch me to you,
For sweet fullfillment you begin to beg.
Hungrily I taste your passion,
rubbing my staff against your leg.

Now, no longer your dreams contain you;
the heat of emotion forces you awake.
You cradle my head against your sex
and force me to drink the warmth of your lake.

You murmer my name and beckon my body
to slide around the end of your bed.
Your hands curl round the length of my passion,
your lips caress its throbbing head.

The warmth of your mouth enfolds my member.
Closing your eyes, you swallow its length;
your lips are pressed to the curling hairs,
enfolding your tongue around my stregth.

Hungrily now we devour each other,
mouth to body, each lovingly seek.
Torn with love, we're lost in each other
till finally our passion reaches its peak.

My tongue on the tip of your quivering button,
you trembling starts with a muffled scream.
The crown of my scepter throbs in your mouth
and suddenly explodes with the fruit of my dream.

My body and mouth can taste your love,
the all-consuming heavenly lift.
Hungrily you swallow the nectar of love
Greedlily consuming my creamy gift.

Eternitys later we lie together,
entwined, exhausted, close as a glove.
Murmuring and sweetly kissing each other,
savoring delights of consumate love.