Entangled within the tentacles of lust, I welcomed her grip.

I wish I could say I was helpless;  but from her fountain, I had to sip

As my sip evolved into a gulp, I choked on the depth of her need.

For her trance left a trail;  and I was eager to follow her lead.

She told me things that I could only, imagine in my dreams.

Now raging waters flow, where once was, a mild stream.

I’m trying to stay focused, because this can not be real.

But real it was, recognizing, my aluminum turned steal.

In between the miles we confessed, what was exactly on our minds.

And in an instance, all of  our tentacles, began to entwine.

So beware of your wildest dreams, they maybe just a schematic,

A plan you might say, one day, of you and your dream-mate, goin’ at it.