I WAKE BUT...

I wake, my manhood a thick bone,
hot and naked, but I'm alone;
I'd dreamed of you sidling to me,
rubbing on thigh your golden V,
brushing my chest with smoothest palm
as if you sensed something to calm.
I turned for you - but you're not there;
my arms had embraced thinnest air.
I flopped over onto my front.
Dick pressed in mattress not your cunt,
 Left with an unresolved craving,
I grab myself in the raving.
I try to replicate the feel
of your mouth making of me a meal,
giving me your fellatio
that so gets me going below,

My tip I rub with crooking thumb
until I feel start of my pre-cum.
Fingers mimic contracting walls
that get me emptying my balls.
 Tool upright straight as Roman 1,
reflex contractions make seed run.
I'm in a wide awake wet dream,
sacrificing a pearly stream
that you'd have taken in your mouth
or in your fertile depths down south.
I leave you a text via phone:
'Been missing U while on my own'
imagining - knowing - you might
come back with a 'How was your night?'
so you'll know how you fill my thoughts
and without you I'm out of sorts.