Daydream Fantasy at Four in the Morning

Sneak into my room
Under stealth of night,
Slip under covers
Between secret sheets,
Move your soft hands
Over my body
To stir me
From needless slumber.

Find the places
You know the answers for,
Where your magic touch
Holds the key
To the flimsy locks
Of chastity
When you are in my arms.
Make sleeping desires
Rise tall and proud
With the morning dawn,
And hold on tight
As we prepare
To dance.

Slide those tights
You often wear
Away from skin
I crave to touch,
I crave to place
My lips upon
And cover you
With marks of sacred sin.
Slide satin panties
And cotton fabric
From silken surfaces
I need to caress
With calloused fingers
And need to squeeze
With fervent
Primal
Lust.

As I slowly feel
You softly beneath
My thoroughly bare
Loins
Pressing
Like a question
In anticipation
Against your supple
Porcelain
Thighs.
While I seek the dark
For your unforgettable eyes
And of course,
that charming smile.

Give way to me
And my heavy longing
I want so strongly
To be inside you
Where I can fill you
With music
And colored light,
As I worship you,
Unworthy of your touch,
My perfect angel
Of my dreams.

I dream one day
You'll return to me
But as this delirium
Sweetly fades
I realize
Perhaps...
That is not today.
So I cherish
And worship
Your soft and silky
Memory.

Unworthily.