You’re Real

You’re real,

Not a fantasy.

Not a creation of mind,

Imaginary.

You’re real,

We talk for days.

We tease each other,

With words we play.

You’re real,

I’ve touched your skin.

Camped in hotels,

For days of sin.

You’re real,

You cum with me.

You get sore as hell,

As we fuck endlessly.

You’re real,

You hold me tight.

We snuggle,

Cuddle each night.

You’re real,

You tell me the truth.

You love me,

Like I love you.

You’re real.