I dream dreams whilst wide awake.
The sort of dreams that’d make most shake.
But not you my Beauty, you dream them too.
For we are two of oh so few.
Wavelengths aligned, souls synchronised.
We see excitement not fear in each other’s eyes.
I dream dreams vivid with the colours of lust.
We make them real because we must.
We act on our desires, we make them real.
Personify perversion for the pleasure we need to feel.
I dream dreams and so do you
A natural synergy felt by oh so few.
My mind’s racing since you said,
You want it in public, to give me head.
My mind’s racing at the notion,
That you and I will exhibit our lust in motion.
My mind’s racing with a thrill I cannot deny,
That I’ll get to show all who’d watch that you are mine.
My mind’s racing for it’s a shared dream,
And it’ll be just us bound together free.
You have my black heart
You couldn’t tear us apart
I want you
Sex, filth and more
Me your Perverted daddy
You my little whore
You have my obsidian soul
You have me whole
Never judge a book by its cover,
The sleeve gives nothing away.
No-one would ever guess,
The pervery in our day to day.
As we sipped tea in the garden together,
You asked me “Daddy do others perceive?”
“Would they have an inkling?”
“Of what is you and me.”
And as we pondered your question,
A thought came to my mind.
If they could indeed tell about us,
They might be shocked?
Or perhaps aroused by what they find.
So, never judge a book by its cover,
As the sleeve gives nothing away.
And I hope the others in the world’s gardens,
Have as much fun as us in their own perverted play.
via Daily Prompt: Sleeve