And If

And if he were to watch you through the night,
Then would he sense his presence in your dreams?
And would he share your delight, for it seems
That each dream kiss he'd offer would ignite
Feelings that are quite tangible? There's heat,
That's given off between your restless thighs;
And, in your reverie, this warmth supplies
A chance to yield yourself; so, he's replete
With all the pleasures you will offer up
When he is pressing home, your cunt takes stock
Of a man who's erect, for he's in sight
Of all the pussy juice that he will sup,
Before you press yourself against his cock,
Whilst he does more than watch you through the night