Lying on the couch
With nothing on the skin
Eyes are voluntarily closed
And subconsciously picturing
Their gorgeous body of hers
On the canvas of the mind
How do her butt cheeks
Concave around her waist
Picturesque lines joining
The thighs with ending points
Of her lustrous arse
Thighs hiding the lines of
Camel toe door of hers
Her navel is barely a priority
But the valley above it does
The round the close touching
The cleavage line is Precious
Her lips experienced with
Perfect art of the play
Now my phallus is stiffer
Such an image does foreplay
Strawberry is out of the curtain
I opened my eyes just to be certain
It's throbbing, never like before
I grabbed my phone for her picture
That's the only available cure
With her name screamed aloud
And focus focused on her face
Ejaculated in four long shots
It is the kind of winning race!
Lying on the couch
With nothing on the skin
I slept naked there with my princess
In my dreams!


© shubh