For once I welcomed sleep,
it actually came quite simple,
no stresses, interruptions, or needed reasons to rub my temple.
I found myself for once needing nothing, at this point,
for the way you strolled through my mind daily,
was like you owned the joint.
No, I strickly allowed my mind to drift and take me exactly,
where I knew you’d be waiting.
I turned over once shifting to my back, and into my dream,
you came, without hesitation.
Casually you complimented me on a beautiful smile,
while examing it very closely.
As I closed my eyes enjoying the feel, of your demonstration and company mostly.
Quickly I felt excitement hit, as you kept me in firmest grip, barely audible, you said damn this a sweet dish– ,
gazing but not hearing every word you said, as you constantly kept eating at me.
I felt myself floating, drifting back into my bed,
still asleep, but halfway in my dream, I could clearly hear you say, you were well fed.
Erotic Poetry By Tamara Moore Thinker on the Loose
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