Silk Sheets, Clouds of Smoke, and Dreams Inside My Head [prose poetry] [M] [Mdom]

I lay down in my bed, naked, wrapped in a white silk sheet. Clouds of smoke whisper their way up to the ceiling above me. Melancholic music plays in my ears. I'm lost in my own head. Dreaming; exploring the vivid universes and landscapes of my mind. My hand mindlessly explores my body. I tuck my fingers between my legs, reaching down towards my cock. How good my cock feels between my fingers. How hard it gets when I start imagining how I'd love to be using it. I can feel the blood raging through my me, my cock engorging; filling with energy as I imagine you pinned down beneath me. My fingers tingle with the thought of your wrists trapped beneath mine. I breathe in deeply, filling my nose with your scent. Clean notes of rose blended with rich coffee and saffron. Its contagious. The thought of you; it consumes me. My bones, my blood, my body; it all becomes yours. I become desperate for you. You’re my drug and I need my fix. I need to feel my hard cock pressed between your legs, your juices drenching me with lust. I need to tease you. To tease myself. I can feel the excitement. The mystery. The anticipation. I make myself wait. I'm even harder. My mind runs wild. The smoke no longer smells of weed but rather of sweet pussy up against my face. My hot breath against you, the delicate hairs along your neck rise in response. As if my breathe is a hint of what's to come. It tells you what would be if you sit down above me and let me feast upon you. How you would quiver with satisfaction as I gently suck your clit into my mouth, my face buried within you, and my fingers pressed deep inside of you. And this is only the beginning. Neither you nor I has yet to feel even the slightest hint of the pleasures my cock and your body. I haven’t yet filled you. I haven’t yet overtaken you. I haven’t yet pounded you hard into total submission. You haven’t yet come hard on top of me. Tonight, we’ll go until your eyes roll back and your back arches and your toes curl inward. Tonight we go until you are barely able to breathe. Tonight we go until neither of us has anything left.

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