Invited into the shower of dreams

Amongst the silvery drops of rain
I heard the little waterfall hiss

Invited into its hazy fold
with a pull of a longing kiss

Wrinkled layers she removed
heavy on the floor they land

Kneeling down on her knees
my pole in her dripping hand

My legs swayed as I prayed
they wouldn’t waver nor to twist

Slippery stone I tried to grip
in the fog of a sparkling mist

I held her head between my hands
in blissful hope of finding peace

Not one to gag nor one to cease
her mouth welcomed my release

I sucked a bud then bit a bite
a little pain I wished conveyed

To show how strength is born
who is in charge, and power played

“No way in hell,” she wickedly smiled
pushed to land on my hardened knees

Opening her legs to let me roam
her little folds wanting to tease

Tongue wiggling by
I heard a sigh that didn’t last

It swirled and drank the drops of life
trickling of musk as they slowly passed

I wish to be invited once again
to soak in the river of her heavenly lust

In another shower of merely dreams
I long to bathe before turning to dust.