sweet dreams ( Mystery lover )

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sweet dreams ( Mystery lover )

I look into your eyes. your soul

pure as the sea.Well thats what

i see. on the outside that is...

i love you

but do you love me? i sit back

and yearn to be touched, and i

yearn to feel loved. He vists me late

at night, he climbs into my room.
 
he comes at night.

As the moon shines into my room he kisses

my face then my neck. He whispers in my ear

and tells me he loves me. Ohhh how ive been waiting.

I put my hand around his neck and kiss his lips

i wrap my legs around is waist. I can feel the hardness

ive been yearning for. He yanks my panties off and

i feel my shirt go over my head. Im expoused to my love.

Its hot and sweaty.

He enters me slowly. I quinch to his touch.

Its been so long

He takes me to another world. I feel the pain and the pleasure

He goes harder and deeper. I Scream in pleasure.

Damn he's good.... I shut my eyes tight as i cum to his feeling

He cums after me. I cant believe this.Ive been loved

I jump up in the morning to find my husband sound asleep

next to me. What an asshole. I find my window open

as the breeze pushes in the sweet smell of my mystery lover

Burberry colone.

Ive been loved in my dreams by my mystery lover.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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