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A wasted prayer
A wasted prayer
In my dreams you're snuggled up, we're sharing a sweet embrace, I'm getting lost within the beauty etched within your gorgeous face
I can feel your skin next to mine, we share such body heat, entwined in such tender loveliness truly is a treat
Kissing your painted lips, feeling your curves through soft and silky lace, my fingers map a route across you, gently I slowly trace
You pull me on top of you, I push my manhood deep inside, I fit your body perfectly I began to slowly ride
Our bodies melded together our limbs make a lovers knot, we make love until there's sunlight, both giving all we've got
Soon the moments were over I awake to find again it's just a wishful dream, filled with a empty frustration I wonder do you hear my scream
How I wish my dream was real, how I hope and pray that you were here, I pray to find you every night but no one seems to hear
Ron
In my dreams you're snuggled up, we're sharing a sweet embrace, I'm getting lost within the beauty etched within your gorgeous face
I can feel your skin next to mine, we share such body heat, entwined in such tender loveliness truly is a treat
Kissing your painted lips, feeling your curves through soft and silky lace, my fingers map a route across you, gently I slowly trace
You pull me on top of you, I push my manhood deep inside, I fit your body perfectly I began to slowly ride
Our bodies melded together our limbs make a lovers knot, we make love until there's sunlight, both giving all we've got
Soon the moments were over I awake to find again it's just a wishful dream, filled with a empty frustration I wonder do you hear my scream
How I wish my dream was real, how I hope and pray that you were here, I pray to find you every night but no one seems to hear
Ron
Published 29th Oct 2023
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No one hears my prayers
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