Visions in my head

Visions in my head

Paralyzed in my bed at night, writing erotic poetry on my phone, I wonder are you're waiting in your bed, to read my poems on your own

Do you search each stanza, do you read between each line, looking for the words that say, I wish that you were mine

Are you laying in your bed, wearing lingerie of the softest, blackest lace, do you imagine me, touching you, In your warm damp place

When you read my erotic things in rhyme, do you imagine it was you, do you think what would it feel like, if it was just us too

When you're laying in your bed, reading my erotic rhymes, I'm here dreaming of you in black lace, getting inspired all the time

I close my eyes and reach out across the void I hope to feel your curves through the time and space, hoping when you touch yourself I can feel you in black lace

So stroke yourself through the lace, close your eyes and think of me, then wrap them up in sexual wishes and send them across the void to me

Send your thoughts across the void, let me receive them in my bed, let me feel your soft black lace and see your visions in my head

Ron