The Sun has not yet Risen

The Sun has not yet risen
And I'm sitting here alone
Sorting through these thoughts of mine
Playing with my morning bone

Thinking of a new friend
Who has exposed herself to me
And wondering how this will progress
How this new friendship will be

My thoughts wander to erotic
Imagination takes control
It has been, now, several years
Since I've planted my old pole

I fantasize the warmth of her
As I slip my hardness in
As she reads this, will it ruin all
Before it ever can begin?