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I’m Stripping Him Naked in My Wicked Dreams

I should be ashamed of myself.

He is hot and sexy than most men I have ever seen,


He is out of my reach.

So I am left with wicked dreams about him.

He is the sun that would melt you like butter.

Yet his charming ways are haunting like dream lover, who has come into your reality to grant all your wicked dreams life.

Words and thoughts flow about my wicked mind, but he has never once heard my lips speak about these wicked dreams about him.

I’m stripping him naked in my wicked dreams about him.

Should I ever speak of them out loud or just keep them to myself.

I dream of him walking upon a moonlight beach, as I walk out of the sea naked towards him.

Would he run?

Nah, I would tackle him and do wicked things to him before he couldn’t breathe a single word.

Would he ever hate that I am dreaming about him in wicked ways?

I dream of him all the time.

Days, I am always thinking about him.

Yet as the sun begins to set, I am lost in wicked dreams about him.

I’m stripping him naked in my wicked dreams again.

In the shower where my wicked hands roam free over his tall and muscular body.

In the bedroom, where I dance and tease him in ways that make him tingle with passion flames stroking the blaze to ablaze.

He is always screaming to his sweet overwhelming passion.

I know its wrong, but I just can’t help myself.

His haunting smile makes me melt like ice cubes.

His haunting green eyes make my heart flutter like wings of freedom.

Does he know what he is doing to me?

I’m stripping him naked in my wicked dreams.

How I live for those wicked dreams?

I have such wicked dreams of him that I dare not write about.

Will my wicked dreams of him ever come true?

If not…

I will be always stripping him naked in my wicked dreams forever.

I walk into his place, he looks at me.

I am bad.

My hands push him against the wall, I start ripping off his clothing.

My tongue is dance about his in wicked sin.

His moaning tells me to dare more.

So I’m stripping him naked more and more in my wicked dreams, as if they are real.

Upon each night I eagerly fall to sleep.

So I can dream of me stripping him naked within my wicked dreams of him.

My heart and soul dares the forbidden acts upon his body.

I smile and tremble with passion from what I am doing with him.

Is that wicked of me to dream such dreams about a man that doesn’t dream about in the same way?

If so…

Send me straight into hell.

I’m stripping Theo naked in my wicked dreams of him.


©2009 Firestar

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