Muse: A.D.I D.A.S
Daydreaming for hours in a space chamber,
Her mind paving through tunnels and hidden breaches,
Choking and cumming was one of her favorite seasons,
Cupping was a way to get her heated,
Icicles kept her teething,
You can see in her neck movements that she is dodging dust in her imagination,
Her throat lightly rippling as she swallows something like a fluid substance,
Her mind looks at ease as she tunes in to her head phones like no one else in the room exists,
I wonder what she is listening to,
Could she be jazzing her way through hippie sabotage or just listening to the sounds of currents hitting the beach,
I was jealous it wasn't me,
Why didn't I think of it first,
Mind jerking in public looked so satisfying,
I usually save my daydreams for when the night sings and the moon is high,
I would sit on the edge of my bed with a few candles lit,
Put on some smooth instrumentals to get my thoughts rolling in the deep,
Dim the lights so that no one could see,
Lick my fingers with my sweet saliva and park them where the sun couldn't shine,
Putting all my favorite Muses in a crowded room with all their separate kinks on the table,
I'd take my time picking each one off and pairing the two together to form a sexual death mach,
See who would be the last man standing,
In my own daydream,
Hers made her body move slightly on the edge of the chair,
Chest pointed upwards,
Toes digging into the ground,
Lips blushed pink and chapped,
It doesn't look like she had enough time to touch her coffee,
She jumped up from the chair with a huge grasp of air,
Looks like she just remembered something,
She jumped out of her chair and left the hot coffee sizzling,
Along with the chair dripping,
She left with a wet spot on the back of her white dress,
Whatever she was chasing was more important than her embarrassment,
I wonder how often she dreams about sex,
Because All.Day.I.Dream.About.Sex...
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