I dream of his voice, his eyes, his touch
Yet I don't know just who he is Night after night he visits me in my sleep His wandering hands exciting me His kisses planted strategically for both our pleasures Where can I find him in my waking world The man who can hold me down and take me The man who gives me such extacy, such arousal I look for his piercing eyes in every man I meet Only to be disappointed again and again In my dreams he treats me as a princess, as his toy Flogging me, spanking me, delivering blow after blow Then kissing the marks he leaves on me Oh the marks that claim me to be his The marks that cause us both so much pleasure Like the good girl I am, I long to serve him To hear him praise me, to feel his appreciation Where can my dreams meet reality When will all these illusions come to fruition How can I be patient when it comes to satisfaction If you happen to know him, if you happen to be him My mystery dream man I want to call Sir I'll make sure you know my wants and needs I'll give you all you require I'll give you my complete submission, my trust But until then I must remain collected My body, my trust, my submission are mine to give The decision is mine wait for you, my dream Sir Until the day we are meant to meet I'll keep obeying, pleasing, and serving you in my dreams
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