~ a poem ~

Lying in bed, mind
racing, worrying about
work; napping failure.

Thoughts drift aimlessly;
trying to quiet my mind,
I turn to dark dreams.

My fantasy: their
lips on my naked body,
their hands everywhere.

Dirty talk, requests
and demands. I oblige all.
I am their fuck toy.

They fill me, push me,
surging me higher, I cum
infinity times.

Alarm sounds. Grumbling,
I get out of bed, dress, and
miss sleep already.

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