18 Jun 2024 at 1:59 PM


In slumber's realm, she knelt in awe,
Before a figure, majestic and raw.
A black king stood in his bold presence,
His, long and dark royal sceptre unrolled.

Her gasp, her silent prayer, intake of breath,
While her eyes traced the length of his skin.
His cock, thick and veiny, a crown at the end,
A symbol of power and a regal friend.

His heavy burden, placed with care,
rested on her face, her pink lips, bare.
The mushroom head tasted, her tongue in delight,
Bobbing up and down, taking him in sight.

Her pretty mouth filled to the brim,
Fought to accommodate, lost in her whims.
Glistening strands of spit, a testament to her will,
Dripping down, pictorial, erotic and still.

Her delicate hands gripped the length,
The movement of upstrokes, the king's pride, his power.
Her warm mouth tended his low-hanging balls,
Like precious stones, they rolled through her tongue's thralls.

She did a playful dance, wiggling and sucking,
Under his gaze, an erotic trance.
Her hand was pressing hard between her thighs,
Found her pleasure amidst the sighs.

Tsunami of pleasure, shockwaves, a glow,
Woke her up, from this carnal show.
Sensitive and nervous, excited,
Her awakening, a fiery Knight.

The door opened wide, a familiar voice called,
The real world beckoned, but the dream stalled.
Himself in flesh, his offering in hands,
Awake now, her desires expand.

‘The End’ had been whispered, yet more just begun,
A dream, a king, and waking desire won.
Erotica painted with words, a fantasy unfurled,
In the canvas of dreams, a hidden pearl.
© angela23

#erotica