Innocent Pleasures
When sleep summons desire's dreams, she'll appear:
for in my fantasies, we are lovers.
She gently takes my hand and leads me here,
to my bed, slipping under the covers.
I feel her body lying next to mine;
every voluptuous curve, pressing close.
And love's flame burns within, as we entwine;
competing to please the other the most.
Hungry tongues exploring mouths, we French kiss:
in the throes of passion, she bites my lip.
What is reality compared to this
raw intimacy, free of censorship?
She's my dream mistress, in charge of wet dreams,
innocent pleasures, and orgasmic screams.
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