Her Intimate Dream

"A woman is aroused by a crazy transformation daydream"

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It’s all a blur, but now it’s done

Lovers tied with lace and spun

A shake and twirl and he is small

Her hands, her breasts and down he’ll fall

Forever hers, but now it’s real

Inch-tall man, for her conceal

Tumbles down to secret loin

Their sexual bodies now conjoin

Inside, encased, he disappears

Behind a wall of silk so sheer

Airtight, sealed, with cruel intent

Entombed, embodied, intimate scent

Her strictest realm, command, regime

Known as goddess beneath her seam

Withheld within the bars of lace

Held tight inside her toned embrace

His purpose now her sexual thrill

Her lips they part, her juice to spill

Wet and warm he slips right in

Her labia surge conceals all sin

Trapped ‘neath silk his body bulges

Deeply veiled her dream indulges

His body small, yet strong in thrust

Sensual juices bound and crush

Silk restrains her one true mate

Held captive in her soul estate

Imprisoned within folds of flesh

Lustful body longs to enmesh

Life within her intimate jail

Silky skirts, impassable veil

Outside a wink and teasing smile

Fluttering lashes to all beguile

She’ll lead his life, behind he bobs

Intimate passion, freedom she robs

Subservient to his mistress’s favour

Lust in hunger, her clit to savour

Most feared of all, the flirty thong

Deep buttocks merge and he is gone

Her joie de vivre makes undies dirty

Yet to the world, they’re just fun flirty

Should she release her trusty one?

She pulls her hem, his cell undone

Her skirt a cave a new expanse

Escape from damp solitary pants

His chance, a leap, but thighs of lust

Sultry sentry they squeeze and crush

Jealously guard her one true dream

Soon clutched behind her lingerie seam

Humbled, his scolded physique

Delves deeper now between her cheeks

Security upped, she sits and twists

From deadlocked cheeks, no one resists

She wants him closer ‘til all is in

A sheath, a thrill against tanned skin

Hermione winks, her spell unique

Now silk in place of male physique

Panties clasp, they clinch and serve

They live to nuzzle their mistress’s curves

Their raison d’etre to love and tingle

To hug and serve, dirty and wrinkle

The perfect prison, they can’t desert

They have no meaning outside her skirt

Escaped panties just helpless cloth

Crushed by stilettos, in jealous wroth

In sultry world beneath her skirt

Hormones aroused with playful flirt

His presence drives her yearn to thrust

Her body taut with growing lust

Movement now of trembling quiver

Pulled tight across her clit he slithers

Muscles flex, beneath her dress

The giggling girl, in erotic mess

His stretchy form, unyielding pressure

Twitching clit for endless pleasure

Intimate touch, a girl’s delight

From a secret lover late at night

With daydream over, once more at his side

She wriggles close, her hair untied

She needs his touch, his playful tease

From inch-tall man or panties that please

Flushed and blushed from crazy dream

Desperate damp beneath her seam

She’s wet and hot, her legs are spread

“I beg you, babe, let’s go to bed…”

Published 2 years ago

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