The clit Imp

The clit Imp

When your sleeping late at night, he appears at the bottom of your bed, lifting up your duvet, the clit Imp wants to be fed

Creeping under cover, he starts by kissing on your toe, he doesn't want to wake you yet, so ever gently he must go

His forked tongue flicks as he moves up to your sexy calf, he kisses and he nibbles at you, in your sleep you sort of laugh

He knows you are stirring, in some sex dream you feel him there, he moves further up your leg, if you wake now he don't care

Nibbling at your inner leg, you slowly open up your thighs, you are being tongued whilst in your sleep, he loves to hear you sigh

At last he's found what he was looking for, your pussy's come in view, he gently parts your petals, his tongue knows what to do

Licking, flicking pulling, his forked tongue lashes at your clit, you stir and put your hand down, you start playing with your slit

His tongue entwined with your fingers, still half asleep you start to play, you begin to get yourself turned on, what a way to start your day

One hand on your moist pussy, the other stroking at your ample tits, nipples getting harder, warm juice running from your slit

Faster forever faster, deep inside your fingers do their work, you begin to moan and groan, as your body starts to shudder and to jerk

Orgasm washes over you, but what of the clit Imp inside your bed, he's job done now over, he's back tucked inside your head

He was just there to warm you up, to excite you in your dream, to get you wet and ready, to make you want to cream

So until you need him next time, the clit Imp has simply gone, he knows he'll get called on upon real soon, he knows it won't be long

Ron