Beneath cotton blankets
her mind is restless
watching a dull sunrise
sprinkle through the window

She daydreams in bed
manifesting you
to caress herself to

It doesn’t work
You never come

Instead, her lights flicker
unseen footsteps creak across the floor

Even a white orb captured on camera
occasionally lingers at her door

She wants more

More to see, smell, hear, touch, taste
Every day
she imagines your answer
with kisses and whispers

Sweet greetings from
ten soft stroking fingers
and one hard member
deep inside her dreams...

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