I'm asleep.
A touch so warm comes to my neck,
Pushing my hair away from it.
I can feel a set of porcelain lips
kiss my perfectly displayed neck.
Something so soft,
Barely a light brush against her.
Hands.
A Man's hands cover my body,
Making me tremble.
I sigh,
Hardly a whisper.
His soft yet manly hands send a shock,
From my thighs to my Virgin Valleys.
Slight moans slip from my lips,
In this dream where his hands travel
Over my every part,
His fingers wander in and back out of her Valley.
Then,
I feel a rock hard manhood pressing
Against my tummy,
Where I can feel my wetness being to pool.
This perfect image of a man,
Enters my Valley with force and cogency.
My moans become screams,
With his thrusts so deep within my Valley of disire.
Then,
with complete surrender
He releases his tension and she embraces it
And also releases with one last scream...
I am no longer a virgin...
That's when I wake up panting,
I turn over and realise you're the man
Of my dreams.
I drift back to sleep thinking,
Wondering,
When will that dream come true...