Overused Pot of Dreams

If he were here on this Rock, on this day, I would throw caution and my work assignments to the wind and rest for 2 days in his arms on a beach on the North Coast. I would hold my heart up to the sun and hope he sees right through to my core.

Then I would treat him to a sweet taste of the me I reserve only for my Boogie, all of me. I would wrap my arms around him as he slept, brush my lips against his forehead for no reason and whisper forbidden words until he springs into action.

I would lead him to stand as I fall to my knees, eager, unrelenting, to please. I would meet his point with hungry lips and tongue....sliding him in inch, by glorious inch until my throat ached from the pressure of the foreign object, now resting deep within. I would place his hands at the back of my head and encourage him to maximize the thrusting effect as he fills my mouth and I would relish my own juicy response. That throb, that burn in the pit of my loins, acknowledging that male presence and the good vibes it evoked.

I would encourage him to feel my response and watch as he runs his fingers soaked in my sweet release, across his tongue.....then I would open my own mouth for a sample of me on his lips and fingertips, and he would oblige. How sweet it would be.

I would spend two days at his feet. These 2 days would be like there were no others to follow, like life and love depended on me and only me in this time, and I would love him for every minute, however and where ever he liked.

I would surrender my mind and body to his needs, I would pray for the sun to give me the gift of time and stay high in the sky each day until he had to go, with memories of me in tow, back to his life, where I am but a figment of his imagination, cause he knows who and how I am ....and he knows he will always be but one, despite my actions in the two days, he would know and accept that would always remain just one of those whom I choose to release myself to.