Love in a Dream

I remember still those petals sweet
in my love-lorn dream,
peerless, dripping, never to quit,
All in vernal gleam.

A lovely rose in luscious bloom,
with a pinkish gloss all over,
A honey pot of juicy gloom
On the puffy mound of Dover.

My lusty tongue did quiver in
to feel the tingling taste,
The petals lured like a fairy queen,
My tongue could hardly rest.

The more my tongue plunged misty slope,
The more my meat did swell,
The rosy slit with the bulging clit
Throbbed in splendid smell.

I grabbed my pole in utmost craze
to nudge it fast in there,
The gorgeous hole in horny blaze
took it all, hard and bare.

My nasty cock dug hard and tight
The petals stretching far,
Drilled and pumped and stroked and thumped,
My thrill crossing the bar.

I never knew my peak, for sure,
My nuts were full of seeds.
The rosy petals did long endure,
Back and forth my feeds.

As I groaned and groaned in slumber loud,
She did moan in pain,
My stroking meat she all allowed,
But the dream dissolved in vain.