The Nightmare

I fully understand the quandary you're in
For you really do not know quite what to do
Torn between your lascivious desires
And promises you made so long ago
In the springtime of our love affair.
Do you give in to his bold entreaties
To become one of his many lovers,
His hot descriptions of the sweet delights
You will enjoy in his arms tempt you so,
And you have already written to say
How much you want to give him a blow job,
Describing every explicit detail
Of what you would do to him, with pictures.
The photo of his magnificent cock
Lives beneath your pillow, and you pretend
That the dildo you ride at night is him.
And his recent offer to pay your fare
So that you could join him in a hotel
For a weekend of non stop fucking,
Aroused you so much you almost fainted.

Without a moment’s thought or pang of guilt
You followed his instructions to send him
Erotic selfies from your mobile phone
Naked on your bed, legs spread wide apart
Revealing every detail of your cunt.
But my darling I hope you realise,
That you will be just one of his harem,
And once you are trained wil be expected,
To join him in his kinky games of sex.
Sometimes for his pleasure he will share you
With his friends, at others he will demand
That you suck him, while one of your sisters
Takes you from behind with a strap on cock.
But if you choose to follow the promptings
Of your darkly enraptured libido,
I must let you go, and with heavy heart,
Take solace from the many special times
Both day and night, we lay bodies entwined
In the comforting embrace of our love
United in the joy of sweet passion.

But when I wake and the sun’s morning light
Brushes away the heavy fog of sleep
Winding shroudlike around my fevered mind,
I realise these nightmarish visions,
Are just wild imaginings conjured up
By my overheated brain, the result
Of a potent mixture of alcohol
And watching pornographic videos,
Far more addictive than weed or poppy.
Reassured by your presence next to me,
Lying stretched out on the sheets fast asleep,
Half exposed in the golden light of dawn,
Where the duvet has slipped from your shoulders,
Your blonde tresses tumbled across the pillow.
For the moment I am content to lie
And take in the essence of you, your scent,
The feel of your soft limbs against my side,
That familiar sound of your breathing,
And gradually my racing pulse is stilled,
As the horrors of the night fade into nothing.

Then at length I lean across to kiss you
Gently rousing you to face the new day,
And as you turn and look into my eyes
Whispering those everyday words of greeting
“"Good morning my darling, did you sleep well,”
My heart overflows with adoring love,
And a new sense of wonder that kindly fate
Should have blessed me to be granted such bliss.
Then as you waken further, by magic
It seems, as if you sense the dread visions
That so recently gripped my heart with pain
You turn and enfold me in your soft arms
And shower my face with tiny kisses.
Mutual desire starts to cast its spell
And in harmony, each ascending step
Leading onward to final ecstasy,
We celebrate the sacred mystery
That in the carnal coming together
Of true lovers, a deeper truth is born
In the eternal union of souls.