Loving Dreams

Now I lay me down to sleep, you must come in and take a peep;

but as you slowly, quietly creep, be sure your cold hands off me keep,

because, you'll notice, lying there, I wear no clothes, - entirely bare;

Summer or Winter, I don't care; - woud I make room for you to share?

Just wake me gently if you must; a kiss, a breath of warmth I'd trust;

Maybe I'll turn to you and thrust myself onto your hard-on lust...

Take care to rouse me like a harp; in Yankee terms you'll be 'Aan taap'

not too gentle, not too sharp, otherwise I tend to carp.

I try to lie there looking sweet as you come in and raise the sheet,

but, husband dear, don't be descreet; I want your body; - I'm on heat!

Now, as I lie there wide awake, your cold hands on my bum I'll take,

and 'though they make my warm flesh quake, I'll warm them there for your dear sake.

Then, as warm feelings grow in me, our ardour burns so full and free,

and as I take your love with glee, I think "My God! Loved by a tree!"

I'm in the mood to have a lark, I'd even do it in the park,

not necessarily the dark, rubbing against your strong, rough bark.

I smile because the thought is nice, because I've had a climax twice,

because you love me with such spice, bec-eek! Your feet are cold as ice!

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I wrote this ode which was quite rude, in fact it borders on the lewd.

I never knew I was so crude... now I've been photo'd in the nude!

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