Ode To An Innocent Sexual Fantasy
Your mind can do wonders when you can't sleep.When sleep misses the call, The mind wakes up on her own. Laying lazily between my sheets I close my eyes and begin to dream. His eyes are pure fire, sizzling my skin. His hands, made of ice, guide me straight into sin. He is the prince of my fantasies, the king of lust. He has me there, in bed. His power over me is profoundly unjust. He whispers, "Naked, I wish for my little one to be." His spell undresses me, my whole b...