Wet dream

 Red lips,
Tightly hugging my cock,
Massaging,
Caressing,
As they,
Lip stick streak,
Its length.

In that dream,
I breathe heavily while,
A tongue,
Slithers up and down,
The sides,
The length,
Of my shaft,
Tracing each throbbing vein.
Circling around,
Flicking,
Teasing,
Lapping,
At its tip.

I imagine hands,
Cupping “the Boys”,
Gently kneading,
Stimulating,
Bringing moans,
From deep within me.

My dream muses,
That a mouth,
Warm,
Moist,
Eagerly sucking,
Swallowing me,
Balls-deep,
Is slurping,
Sliding itself,
Up and down,
My engorged cock,
Drawing groans of,
Pleasure from within me.

In my dream,
I use handfuls of hair,
Guiding her mouth,
Bopping her head against my groin,
Cramming my cock,
Into and out of,
Her willing mouth,
While sighing moans,
Escape from my own mouth.

Until,
In my dream,
I am whispering her name,
In the midst of,
Cumming,
Flooding,
Into her mouth.

Followed by,
Her swallowing,
Licking her lips,
And smiling up at me.