I lay awake, my mind racing.
I can’t sleep. Your fingers glide
along my lips; I am left aching.
I can’t sleep. Your fingers glide
along my lips; I am left aching.
My hand travels into my panties
feverishly trying to gain some relief;
the imprint left from the dream.
Flashing images of the erotic
scene replay in my mind.
My pulse quickens, as I build.
Deep into oblivion I shatter.
The aftershocks dwindle away,
A calm sets over me.
Tired now, and completely spent
I slip away into unconsciousness;
back to dreamland, where we meet.
