Her Intimate Dream

It's all a blur, but now it’s done
Lovers tied with lace and spun
A shake and twirl and he is small
Her hands, her breasts and down he’ll fall

Forever hers but now it’s real
Inch-tall man, for her conceal
Tumbles down to secret loin
Their sexual bodies now conjoin

Inside, encased, he disappears
Behind a wall of silk so sheer
Airtight, sealed, with cruel intent
Entombed, embodied, intimate scent

Her strictest realm, command, regime
Known as goddess beneath her seam
Withheld within the bars of lace
Held tight inside her toned embrace

His purpose now her sexual thrill
Her lips they part, her juice to spill
Wet and warm he slips right in
Her labia surge conceals all sin

Trapped ‘neath silk his body bulges
Deeply veiled her dream indulges
His body small, yet strong in thrust
Sensual juices bound and crush

Silk restrains her one true mate
Held captive in her soul estate
Imprisoned within folds of flesh
Lustful body longs to enmesh

Life within her intimate jail
Silky skirts, impassable veil
Outside a wink and teasing smile
Fluttering lashes to all beguile

She’ll lead his life, behind he bobs
Intimate passion, freedom she robs
Subservient to his mistress’s favour
Lust in hunger, her clit to savour

Most feared of all, the flirty thong
Deep buttocks merge and he is gone
Her joie de vivre makes undies dirty
Yet to the world, they’re just fun flirty

Should she release her trusty one?
She pulls her hem, his cell undone
Her skirt a cave a new expanse
Escape from damp solitary pants

His chance, a leap, but thighs of lust
Sultry sentry they squeeze and crush
Jealously guard her one true dream
Soon clutched behind her lingerie seam

Humbled, his scolded physique
Delves deeper now between her cheeks
Security upped, she sits and twists
From deadlocked cheeks, no one resists

She wants him closer ‘til all is in
A sheath, a thrill against tanned skin
Hermione winks, her spell unique
Now silk in place of male physique

Panties clasp, they clinch and serve
They live to nuzzle their mistress’s curves
Their raison d’etre to love and tingle
To hug and serve, dirty and wrinkle

The perfect prison, they can’t desert
They have no meaning outside her skirt
Escaped panties just helpless cloth
Crushed by stilettos, in jealous wroth

In sultry world beneath her skirt
Hormones aroused with playful flirt
His presence drives her yearn to thrust
Her body taut with growing lust

Movement now of trembling quiver
Pulled tight across her clit he slithers
Muscles flex, beneath her dress
The giggling girl, in erotic mess

His stretchy form, unyielding pressure
Twitching clit for endless pleasure
Intimate touch, a girl’s delight
From a secret lover late at night

With daydream over, again at his side
She wriggles close, her hair untied
She needs his touch, the playful tease
From inch-tall man or panties that please

Flushed and blushed from crazy dream
Desperately damp beneath her seam
She’s wet and hot, her legs are spread
“I beg you babe, let’s go to bed…”