I recline here in my bed, you stand there in my head.
I recline here unzipping, whilst thinking of you stripping.
You taunt me with your pear shaped hips, your so beautiful, but, just, not real. A figment of my imagination, just not, real.
Every night I do this, I recline in my bed and dream of you, dreaming that you are real, and yet, you are not.
I must have you but it’s impossible, I must, I must, I must! How can I feel such lust when you aren’t even real?
I guess, someday, maybe, but not now, for now your just a dream, a dream in a horny little boys head, a lustful wish to bring forth pleasure.
For now your nothing but a temptation, a daydream.