Waking to a Dream

Waking from a foggy dream;
a girl, a bed, and me.
I hear you whimper,
your breath, you wet, your need

Leaning back, my breathing steady
I listen to your body intently
your chair creaking, fingers clicking
waiting, anticipating, ready

I hear you stir, remaining still
not to give away the voyeuristic thrill
moments passing, I hear you gasping
breaths so sweet, so hard, so raspy

Your voice low and dreamy
the air raw, your scent creamy
wafting to me on words slick
sexual release, soon, quick

I wake slowly, so it seems,
making noise, the ache it brings
Turning in my chair to see you there
head back, eyes closed, so fair

I watch, as you turn to me
eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, a dream
I hear the words, they form slowly
and drip from your lips like honey

I see you twitch, the screen alive
your lover, your Sir, between your thighs
"My Master?" you say with pleading eyes
"May I play?" you say with a sigh

I move to stand behind your desk
cock hard, aroused and, wet
"Yes, you may my beautiful slut.
you play, I'll watch, we'll fuck."