In the darkness and nakedness

In the darkness, in distant thought, in nakedness,
I would think of some bold, assertive, lover...
To break the curse of my bitter loneliness,
Who I could see would go down on me forever...

I smell dry cum on my blanket from masterbating,
But wish my hands was holding some guy's hard microphone ...
And I'd hope he'd really want to hump me after I sing,
Because lying with two fingers up my oven I hunger for a bigger bone...

I imagine dancing with my pleasure hole in his mouth,
Bent over as he sits six for nine I'd clean his hard stick...
I'd imagine him pulling my hips over his one eyed monster I can't do without,
And straddling me...taking me through roller coaster highs with his prick.

I leak in pleasure, pulling and tightening around that stiff snake,
Feeling my spirit ride and soar with his warm sauces in me...
As I leak he sucks me again making me scream as I shake,
Lying alone, in imagination this is where I wish to be...