Let me Tell You, Sir

Let me tell you, Sir
What's in my head as I lay in my bed.
Let me just tell you, Sir
It's You that makes my inner whore stir.
The moans that must escape my lips,
As I dream of Your lips suckling my clit.
My eye lids a flutter as I mutter your name.
Do my secret desires come out??
Should I be ashamed?
Let me tell you, Sir
That I can't keep you suppressed
You're under my skin
Causing a welling within
A welling I can't control as I sleep,
A welling that leads to a swelling
That leads to a trickle of moisture leaking on the sheets.
Let me tell You, Sir
That I am powerless under your spell in the dark.
No ropes are needed, no blindfolds, no cuffs
My body gives in to you as I can never get enough.
Your hand roams, or is it mine?
Squeezing my breast
Making my heart race to the edge of arrest.
Your firm tip teases my ass and my slit.
Then You turn me over, and take completely over
Grasping and squeezing and thrusting
And busting a nut as you fuck me.
Harder and faster and wetter and louder
My brain and cunt ready to explode
under this spell and it's power.
My explosion suddenly wakes me from this dream
I find my fingers deep in my cunt, and covered with cream.
I'm a hot sweaty mess, my cheeks flushed red,
And my ass pushed high up off the bed.
My heart pounding..
sounding loud in my ears.

I look around for you.
You've got to be here. I know you were here! You had to have been here!
Fuck!!
I want it to be real, to feel you, not conceal you.
Let me tell You, Sir
This infection of maddening desire that fills and overflows this well.
It's not just there at night. It's there anytime, anywhere.
Is that even right?
It reminds me you're still here with a tingle, a quiver.
An endless desire to touch you for real
Taste you for real,
Give in to you
For real.
So let me fucking just tell you Sir.
Fuuuck!!!