Sweet Dreams

by Miguel A. Wilder and Trina Williams-Emigh

Last night I was thinking about you.
Causing the depth of my insides to get all wet.
The room became warm, and I began to sweat.

I imagined you touching me.
You know, as only you can do.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough.
Teasing me for hours,
Until I'm begging "Enough"

My body trembles, upon your command.
My will is in your power.
You've got my bud open, blossoming like a flower.

Sweet scented secretions flow.
As my petals begin to unfold.
>From your demands, my body......you have complete control.

Into a heaven of satiation, I creep.
And from exhausted bliss, I happily fall asleep.

Is this a dream that I felt?
As by your side I knelt.
Looking for some approval of my love.

As I touch your skin I feel,
That all I've dreamed is real.
As my soul runs pure, like the tone of a newborn dove.

When I awake, I want to find you lying next to me.
Riding on every word you speak, wondering what is the next to be.
I journey deeper into this thing, no one can define.

I don't know where this road will take me.
But I must believe that you will not forsake me.
Because I am yours and you are mine.

We will always be together,
Come hell, high water, sunny days, or rough weather.
We will be a special team.
In Sweet Dreams.

Sweet Dreams by Miguel A. Wilder and Trina Williams-Emigh

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