Dreams
It's not a day goes bye that I don't think or daydream about that man I se, his masculinity arouses me,to certain degrees,my horny exotic curiosity,and fabulous,and thinking of these things that's in my head tormenting me,I won't apologize for these fantasies that are arousing me,far as I can see,I can not imagine my life without these things,his strength his boldness in my daydreaming of what I want him to do for me,seduce me in this dream I'm a savage you are a disaster having sex with me,he starts with his tongue in my mouth and it triggers my click to set off my sugar diabetes,tasting all sugary just for his tasty sweets,I'm in a whole nother world of ecstasy with my daddy smelling a sweet with his freaky scenes im stressing, and daydreaming can be free from any enemy,when he penetrate me in a sexual way,intwined with wine in my mind,he takes me away to another place in every way,his time with me is all for me,this day dream is lasting longer than I foresee but I imagine best things in my dream of loving me,flowmenship to courtship so we won't jump ship on someone else trip,we find our relationship at best friendship that's honored by long lasting relations of timeless love making from a daydream of him,and I we know when I wake from this sleep I can't have him but at least in my dreams it's romantic beyond romancing,in a dream of an playmate in my sleep,just a little night cap for my readers to sleep with grown talk for the lover's tonight smooches 💋.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.