The Wench's Dream

The Wench's Dream

'Twas two a. m. Wench went to bed
quite tired from the night
of storing things inside her head
from coven lore to rites.

In wisdom Wench who was a witch
did strive to be as one,
combining truths that made her rich
and bright just like the Sun.

Wench lived a life close to the Earth,
quite simple and defined
and sought true love and peace and mirth
with someone of like mind.

And so to bed that night Wench went
and dreamt a naughty dream
of one who causes her to pant
and makes her pussy cream.

Unto her bed she came that night
to lie beneath the sheets
and press her body with delight
from hip to thigh to feet.

She felt the Wench's pussy fur
as by her she reclined,
and lying thus how Wench did purr
enamored of this time.

Between her outstretched legs she sought
among Wench's hairy bush
and slid her fingers warm and soft
inside with one slow push.

She opened up her womanhood
and put her fingers in
as deep as she oft' knew she could
inside her velvet skin.

Then oh the joy they found that night
as both, now one, enjoyed
the feelings of their sheer delight,
their gift of love employed.

The Wench's Lover lay upon
her buxom breasts so full,
then bent she down to kiss her on
her lips, their tongues to duel.

And in that kiss Wench raised a moan
from deep inside her throat
to match in kind her Lover's groan
whose fingers now were soaked.

So thus entwined in their embrace
they thrust and pushed with vim,
from hand to cunt, a steady pace,
their orgasms to win.

As time of love passed on for them
with mounting passion full
the Wench cried out, "I cum," and then
she gushed her pussy's drool.

'Twas then her Lover felt inside
her pusssy all the way,
and then they both together sighed
and let their juices spray.

"Oh, Mother Goddess, hear my cry
as we your children love
in truth with blessings from on high
to know the joys above."

'Twas thus the Wench and Lover knew
that night within her dream,
but when she did awake renewed,
she knew her pussy creamed.

Then opening her eyes she saw
her Lover next to her,
and in her heart she felt no flaw
in dreams her heart could stir.

Was it a dream, or was it real?
she pondered silently.
The smile upon her face revealed
the truth eloquently.

Maggie Red Rose