I Think Of You

When I
go to sleep, I
imagine my arms
around you, my head
on your chest- my eyes
staring at your breasts-

I must confess,
I would never caress
unless you impress it's
okay- then I would play
and swirl my tongue
around you, then settle
down and suck you-

When I wake up,
I find you're on my
mind again, or maybe
you never left- but I imagine
a sweet long kiss upon your
rose coloured lips- then to your
neck as you turn your head- I give
another affectionate kiss-

Then I imagine
your hand going
down my thigh and me
getting that love-struck
high- then when you reach the
point of no return, I feel that
lovely burn-

But when we
actually make love,
I imagine you with a
cock and a set of balls-
ready to enter and fuck
between my walls- one part
in you, the other in me, back
and forth we both agree-

I lay there exposed,
hands playing about
my nips- as you thrust
and enter my hips- I stare
at you and
see you smile-
I enjoy you, and
watch your breast
sway a while- gently
back and fourth, and
bounce up and down-
we're both English, so
I imagine us with a royal
crown-

I think of you
night and day, but
when I do, we're mostly
at play- making love, we
send each other off like a
huge fireworks display-

© 3 April 2015