Sweet Dreams
You haunted me again last night
in a night of weary sleep.
Those steel eyes taunted me to fight
through a game of hide and seek.
The sensation of stroking finger tips.
I feel the contours of sweat soaked skin.
The essence of erotic, soft pale lips.
I idolise this state I’m in.
Blissfully bewitched — mesmerised.
Savour the taste of silky smooth flesh.
Rapturous oblivion — tantalised.
Aroused, intrigued and inflamed by one breath.
Ravished beyond intoxication.
A sensuous seduction. Deliciously sweet.
A slave helpless to a lustful master.
The strong against the meek.
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