Morning dilemma

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Lying in the bed under the quilt,
Keeping me warm the dreams we built.
Holding you tightly,
Kissing you lightly.
Staring in your dreamy eyes,
How fast the time flyes.
The touch of your soft skin,
Makes me a part of this sin.
My mind just filled with images
Of your dark black eyes
Of your juicy pink lips
Of your tear shaped tits
Of your round thick ass
Of your warm moist pussy
Of your naked body
Of me on top of you
Of my dick buried inside your hot pussy.
The feel of your pussy,
Slide or shove or pound,
This becoming another dilemma.
The morning is asking me to get up,
The bright sun id telling me to get up,
Forget this dream and get up,
Leave this bed and get up,
Leave this warmth and get up,
Up and out into the cold world.
Its tough,
Very hard.
To leave this dream and step into reality,
Back to the pain and struggle and pull of gravity.
The day awaits ahead,
But the warm pillow calms my head.
So do you,
The image of you
The dreams of you
The thoughts of you
The anticipation of you
Of me lying on top of you.
I pull my quilt over and get up,
Rub my eyes as the dream is still in them.
Can't remove the dream,
Don't want to remove the dream.
As this dream is my only solace.
But the long hard day awaits,
After the day its again night.
Night in bed with the dreams,
Dreams of me on top of you.
That brings a warm smile on my face,
And I leave this bed.


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AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago

I have a similar someone...who waits for me when I'm snuggled under my brown comforter...pillow over my face...

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