As I lay sleeping alone in my bed, so many erotic thoughts tumble through my head.

Oh the pleasure so sweet as he lay by my side.
I feel his passion, as his manhood starts to rise.  

 He touches me softly, moving his hand up and down, as I lay there beside him squirming around, trying so desperately not to make a sound.

Afraid to wake up, thinking I must be mad.  I thought, I'll just lay here and take all I can.  This dream I will cherish and remember it too, as long as I lay here asleep alone in my room.

I feel his hot breath on mine as I cry out his name,  his lips kiss me passionately as he towers above, my excited body excepting his love.

 I don't want to wake up and find its a dream.  Until I find myself unable to hold back a scream.

Then I realize its not a dream, its my sexy man making love to me. 

Not holding back our hunger or lust,  our ferver explodes in one lustful thrust.

Our bodies melt together as if we are one,  until with exhaustion, our passion is done