I had wet dreams all night long,
turning and tossing in my bed,
in worship, my mouth raved on your body,
drawing out patches of red.
I heard myself cry out and
I heard myself moan,
your prying hands and fingers
just wouldn’t leave me alone.
It was so real that I woke up
all sultry between my legs
and feeling very sore,
but still yearning for more.
How I wished you were there
so I could wrap my legs around you
would you want me to sit on your face
or let me slowly mount you?
I feel like a dormant volcano
that unexpectedly starts erupting again
I know, it can be a scary sight for any man…
Talking to you like I do now
I don’t know what kind of message it sends,
I don’t know if these kinds of thoughts
are appropriate between friends…