Dreamin Deamon

Dreamin Demon
  Angel's top, with hair so fair,
and demon's legs,
and derriere.

 Jumped last night into my bed,
although, for shame,
just in my head.

 Yet she seemed so goddamn real.
The smell; the sight;
the taste; the feel.

 That I believed, that she was true.
So I rolled over,
and began to screw.

 At first it was just slow and sweet,
but soon increased,
to DOG IN HEAT.

 Poking: Pushing: Pumping:
Fast.
I knew that, I couldn't last.

 With one last mighty, moaning thrust,
my blue balls did
beautifully bust.

 It was then I came to see,
that she was just
a FANTASY.

 And now I have to you, confess,
that of my bed
I made a mess.

 My sheets soaked through, with sticky goo,
But demon wench,
God I loved you.

 You can return, if and when you want.
Even if only to,
tease and taunt.

 Because from now on,
my mattress will,
have plastic on.