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Click hereWhen I
go to sleep, I
imagine my arms
around you, my head
on your chest- my eyes
staring at your breasts-
I must confess,
I would never caress
unless you impress it's
okay- then I would play
and swirl my tongue
around you, then settle
down and suck you-
When I wake up,
I find you're on my
mind again, or maybe
you never left- but I imagine
a sweet long kiss upon your
rose coloured lips- then to your
neck as you turn your head- I give
another affectionate kiss-
Then I imagine
your hand going
down my thigh and me
getting that love-struck
high- then when you reach the
point of no return, I feel that
lovely burn-
But when we
actually make love,
I imagine you with a
cock and a set of balls-
ready to enter and fuck
between my walls- one part
in you, the other in me, back
and forth we both agree-
I lay there exposed,
hands playing about
my nips- as you thrust
and enter my hips- I stare
at you and
see you smile-
I enjoy you, and
watch your breast
sway a while- gently
back and fourth, and
bounce up and down-
we're both English, so
I imagine us with a royal
crown-
I think of you
night and day, but
when I do, we're mostly
at play- making love, we
send each other off like a
huge fireworks display-
© 3 April 2015
I imagine you with a/ cock and a set of balls-
ready to enter and fuck ...
one part/ in you, the other in me, back
and forth ....
Loooove this poem! It is both sexy and funny ("we're both English" heehee) without being trite, which is much more difficult than one suspects. Bravo!