My nights are filled with vivid dreams of what might be,

Visions of you beside me, nakedly entwined,

Your flesh soft and yielding, both luxuriating,

In that delicious state of satisfied desire,

Appetites slaked from hours of torrid abandon,

Repeatedly cresting the summits of passion

Coupled in the ecstasy of mutual lust.

And then in the morning I think of what might be,

Hot visions of erotic play in the shower,

My hands exploring the gentle swell of your breasts

Following the enticing contours of smooth flesh,

Until they reach that concealed goal we both desire

Caressing those delicate folds that open wide

To expose their velvety centre of delight.

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The exquisite feeling of the jets of water,

Playing on the tingling flesh of my shaven balls,

Reminds me of the sweetness of your soft kisses,

And as I stroke the hardening shaft of my cock,

Simulation of the wonderful sensations

Aroused by your soft tongue on my excited flesh,

I dream of the hours of pleasure we might yet share.

And as I approach the sweet release of orgasm,

I imagine you eager for me to enter

Deep into the heart of your slick and silky heat,

The slippery feeling of my soapy fingers

Rapidly sliding up and down my throbbing tool

Becoming the sensation of your engorged lips

Caressing me as we ride the waves of rapture.