Dreaming Out Loud

Sleep once again is escaping me,
My lifelong curse and yet a blessing --
For late at night I can be with you,
But only in my dreams are you undressing.

You know my desires, for I have made them clear,
I have nudged to the point of being rude.
If you only knew the wondrous extent in which
My dreams are filled with you in the nude.

You are so generous to me in sharing your time,
With erotic words and battles of wits.
Still, I lay awake in my bed, wishing for sleep
So that my unconscious will show me your tits.

When I am awake, I know my true needs:
I want conversation, love, and desire.
Yet, when I fall into deepest slumber
Your body sets mine on fire.

Now, as oft before, I just lie awake
Trying hard not to look at the clock,
As I desperately wish for slumber to take me
So I can see your mouth filled with my cock.

So, I get out of bed, trying some other way
To encourage the Sandman to come.
And I reach out to you, my secret beloved,
Knowing your words will spur me to cum.

The frustration is that I know my own morals
I’m sure I won’t actually cheat.
But, just now, I nod off and slip into a dream
And slip into you while we’re under a sheet.

For so many years and for so many nights
I have thought this whole nonsense a waste.
Yet, more recent, I’ve found a magnificent lady
Whose pussy I’m longing to taste.

What is my recourse? How do I live,
Wanting only to plunge into you deep?
I sigh to myself, with the sobering knowledge
That I simply must find some more sleep.