SOMETIMES

SOMETIMES
Sometimes I think I've dreamt you into being
if there's more to you than I'm actually seeing.
You seem so perfect & you're my erotic  consummate
So why is it then I must always have to wait?
 
You do not hesitate and do as whatever asked
whenever we're together, you're always on task.
I wait & wonder my sweets why do you pander
if it's satisfying to you too, why is it you meander?
 
My pus I will gladly allow you to lick & to furl
you're cock I'd love to give my tongue a swirl.  
So, if this real for you too & such a pure delight
why am I still stuck in a dream all day &  night?