Addiction

Every night
I try to dream of him
Everyday
I compare them to him
Every time
I ask if any are better.

Is anyone better
At making me wet
And tingle everywhere?
Are you better
At reading my mind?
Can you know
Without me saying
That I like to be crushed
By the weight of someone else
Pounding precisely into me?
Can anyone know
Without ruining the mood
By having me admit
That it's not orgasms I'm after?
Can anyone read my mind
And pleasure me
With endless anticipations
Like he?

I think of him every night
And give warm touches
To my skin before I sleep.
Every night
I try to dream of him,
And in that dream,
My thoughts give no skits to follow.
He is real.