Internal alarm clock,
Doesn’t register the day,
Awakens me quietly,
With thoughts of play.

My warm, naked skin,
Feels alive inside,
Soft, sweet smelling sheets,
No rules to abide.

My fingers explore,
Hot, ample breasts,
Pinching tight peaks,
Biting lip through tests.

Love the link between,
Pebbled points and core,
Continue rolling and squeezing,
Until those tips are sore.

My hands stroke down,
Silky, soft, sensitive skin,
Between scalding, damp thighs,
With delectable thoughts of sin.

Wet, swollen lips encase,
Delicate folds drenched in silk,
Love’s glorious fuck button,
Begging for pleasure to milk.

My quiet sighs turn to pants,
As I tease and please and squeeze,
Hips becoming impatient,
Rise aloft to height of knees.

Pushing into my haven,
Fullness and tightness collide,
One, two, maybe three,
Wriggling, pressing inside.

Catch myself from moaning,
Spouse I wish not to wake,
Though his fingers are much better,
Best left for sleeps sake.

Both hands work together
Slipping, gripping and sliding,
Sending me into that trance,
Self pleasure, so inviting.

My thoughts, dark and twisty,
This fantasy is something new,
It’s luscious, sticky, and sadistic,
Oh, I doubt I’ll ever share with you.

But this dream pushes me,
Deep into a torrid trance,
As I swirl, twirl, knead and fuck,
In this pre-orgasmic dance.

I’m rising against the current,
Pressing upward into the sun,
Waves soothing and crashing,
Until the burn is finally done.

Lying back, calm my breath,
Glance toward my lover,
Clock tells me not to push,
There isn’t time for another.

Easy satisfaction had,
Release is so divine,
Thanks to my dark dreams,
The pleasure is all mine.