tossing and turning.
gasping hard for air.
a cold sweat aches me.
as I see you again.
the same dream.
the same bed.
the same satin sheets.
you straddle me.
the same position.
I should want to be dead.
but I don't.
laying here covered in your kisses like honey.
soft and warm and sweet.
your nails biting at my skin.
a shiver welcome my spine.
you pressing All the right buttons.
saying all the right words.
those sweet velvety smooth words.
as if your tongue was a weapon.
and I was the victim.
I was a hostage to your lips.
obsessing over your lipstick.
and the things that you do, plaguing my very existence.
grinding provocatively riding me like a cowgirl.
leaving caresses along my body.
as I laid there.
paralyzed to move.
paralyzed by your beauty.
your black long hair.
blue eyes hidden underneath your glasses.
your porcelain pale soft skin.
your breasts that toyed with me.
your thighs that squeeze the life out of me like a trigger making me go bang making me Pow repeatedly draining me Dry.
the taste of a salty Bliss creamed on your face yet you gasp harshly and swallow hard like I'm the air you need. your panties wet dangling to your ankles.
your pussy wet that felt so good I couldn't stop thinking about how it moved like a wave.
your ass that bounced up and down as I was left breathless. there is no escape.
a smile flew across your face.
as you collapse to the bed still kissing me down my leg started to shake.
wanting to go another round.
but that was when I awake.
hating the curse of sleep.
hating I couldn't get another five minutes.
but this dream was skin deep.
©darkmocha
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