At Night When I Am Sleeping

Remembering 1969 to 2022

At night when I am sleeping, erotic dreams flow through my head.
You're lying there uncovered, knees are up and thighs are spread

You're bare in all your beauty. Your perfect breasts are on display.
We're young and we are vital, and we've come to bed to play

I've just come from the shower where I've stroked my cock to rise.
It leads the way into the room. I see the longing in your eyes

You wave me to come hither. Your lips are parted for my kiss
Exploring tongues are touching. Love making always gave us bliss

As we kiss our hands are wandering, mine massaging on your mound
Your grip is full of penis and I hear your moaning sound

I spread your outer labia, place my fingers on your clit
Your hand is stroking up and down, my erection, just a bit

I blow a hot breath in your ear, move my kisses to your neck.
The scent of you surrounds me. Your nipples next up on the deck.

We turn around and move on down. You nibble on my nips also.
We kiss and lick and nibble, traveling to the oral show

My seeping cock is coated. Your cunt is flowing with its dew
You suck the pre-cum from my crown, while I have sip or two

The oral sex we're having, in position sixty-nine,
Brings on a joint orgasm, never drawing any line

Your spraying juices cover me from my forehead to my chin
You swallow my ejaculation, then we turn around again

We taste our own fine flavors, as we're kissing, can't refrain
My erection is not covered. It loves playing in the rain

You hold your knees close to your breasts. Your vagina's open wide
I stand and pull you to the bedside, plant my swollen prick inside

You are gasping as it enters, screaming as it bottoms out
You squeeze your sphincter muscles, so I also scream and shout

I continue full length stroking, almost out, and fully in
I wonder, though we're married, could this much pleasure be a sin?

My erection has not wavered, penis standing, still not bored
Your vagina, that surrounds it, is the scabbard for my sword

Once again we cum together. We've made love in mind and heart
I'm alone. The dream is over. I awaken with a start.



To The Reader

I lost my soul mate recently. She was the true love of my life.
In my dreams I still make love her. After all, she's still my wife

I am old and she is gone, yet I have her in my dreams
I know she's looking o'er my shoulder. That, to me, is how it seems.