Before I Sleep...

Lying here,

Wrapped snugly around my pillow,

With a sweet and pleasant tenderness

Between my thighs

That only comes from hours of happy playing...

I find myself lost in dreams of you,

All hard ridges of muscle

Beneath my head, between my legs...

Your rough gentleness, and

Loosely curling hair...

The tenderness is gone, replaced by spreading warmth

And a wish that you were here again, that I might play

Willingly, sex goddess or slave

To your ever ready god or mastery.

Which tune, with all its pleasant variations

Now running through my mind,

Soon will lull me off to sleep.