Morning Wonder

An early morning as I whispered.
Whispered softly to myself.
I wondered about the gentle touching.
The gentle touching that I felt.
I moaned aloud and started grinding.
Grinding against the nimble fingers.
I pulled the hair I felt beside me.
Beside me this person that softly lingers.
Do I dare to see their face?
The face of someone that gives such pleasure.
Should I let them continue the pace.
The pace to which others will not measure.
There is such great mystery.
Mystery about this strange encounter.
I would like to commit to memory.
Memory that can sometimes falter.
Will reality beat the fantasy?
Such fantasy that is already building.
Do I let this continue?
Continue what I had so long ago stopped yielding.
How did this person come to my bed?
A bed to which I now feel captured.
I have passed the point where I can stop.
Stop? No! I am enraptured.
My body is begging for release!
Release I have been waiting to receive.
I have never before been to these heights.
Heights I cannot begin to perceive.
Please don’t stop mysterious stranger!
Stranger of my darkest dreams.
Absolution will come soon I hope...
I hope everyone can hear my screams.