My imaginations

I lay in bed, my mind starts to wander,
To the places and people that make me ponder.
My hand starts to move, as I start to feel,
The pleasures that come with my sexual appeal.

I close my eyes and try to relax,
As I imagine a hot guy with a six-pack.
His hands on my body, his lips on my skin,
This kinky thought just makes me grin.

I think of the porn I saw the other day,
And how it turned me on in every way.
The moans and the screams, the dirty talk,
As I touched myself and let my fantasies rock.

I remember a chat I had with a guy online,
And how we roleplayed and had a good time.
He played my master, I played his slave,
And the pleasure we both shared, we could not deprave.

I recall the party where I met a hot stranger,
And how we ended up in a steamy danger.
In a washroom, where we had a quickie,
The thought alone still makes me feel so kinky.

Sometimes I think of a sexy actor or a sportsperson,
And how I’d love to have a session.
In a bedroom or a car, in a parking lot or a park,
Anywhere where the pleasure never stops, it’s a lark.

These fantasies are where I find my release,
The hotness and the excitement, they never cease.
As my hand moves faster, I feel my body shake,
And the pleasure I get is what makes me awake.