Dreaming

Note: This is a lyrical piece concocted from my memories of how I felt when I was about 20 years old

I tell a tale from year's ago, when freshly pumped with testosterone
I dreamt of a singer who, though she didn't know,
Could bring me to cum in a continuous flow

Not once or twice, I'd cum in a trice, but three and four and often lots more
She stirred my loins with sways and voice which left me exhausted as I jacked off my joist.

Not that I needed a hand on the job; she possessed me so well that a thought flexed my knob, and again she would taste a sweet salty flob

But alas my hot jizz never raced down her throat, disappearing in tissues or bathrooms remote.
I regret to this day, with utter dismay that so much of me was just tossed away!

Even her name would make me conspire, to see every bush as a site of desire,
My drive never tired as I stride over mires, crossing moors, misty and cool;
Bright eyes emerald jewels and pouting hot lips, thown kisses suggesting a blow
If only she'd known how far I would go to pleasure her so
To taste her tight quim, to finger her rim, to touch her smooth skin
The velvet within.

Chest pants, breath short, her nipples are taut; red glowing upon soft cheeks
Though naughty she be, I am sure you can see my sweetheart was far from discrete.

She would tell me to touch her ecstatic love bud,
To know when she was ready to cum
She'd sing out a tune, No! Is she cumming too soon?
I need to slow down my cock-stud.

She cries to the gods 'My pleasure your rod, fuck me, my cervix contours'
Again shouting out aloud til she flies to the clouds
As I shoot out more strings from my boar.

Well what is the name of the girl who has slain so many shots of my semen so hot?
I've never forgot how she entered my lot and slaughtered my better reason
I'd passionately plead, she swallow my seed; to relight my fire for all seasons.

More clues I'll undo as to the name of my muse in couplets and rhymes of her songs
You'll know straightaway, how this bush led astray, a horny, sad lad all along:

First Wuthering Heights, where my cock set its sights; next passion untamed in a Saxaphone song, She Sat in my Lap as I Run Up That Hill, and Wow left my penis enflamed.

Sensual World's lyrical queen, Babooshka's tale, love unseen.
Army Dreamers a Breathing refrain,
to Egypt we go, love's whispers sustain.

Red lips and pale skin, breasts heaving within
Silk camisole-wear and high boots
My mind casts right back, to her thighs and her crack
My cock needs to be pumping again

Thank you Kate Bush, for the years I was blessed,
My dreams you impressed,
To see you satisfied too
My lust became irked at the amount that I jerked
Heat wasted, if only you knew!