I woke up with a hard on this morning
Dreaming about the love we made last night
My insides tingle when I subconsciously
Molest myself with my eyes closed
The touch makes the blood rush to my organ
My big black cut rock hard instrument
I try to asphyxiate it by choking it
Strangle it until it can't take no more
Kung fu grip my desire
Abusing my meat
But yet it feels good
I don't wanna stop
This toe curling sensation
My muscles tense up
I'm getting close
To achieving last night this morning
I can't slow down
It feels too damn good
I want it to last but
Oh my God
I begin to breathe like a woman in labor
Instead of pushing I'm pulling
Trying to pass these babies out of me
Set my unborn kids free
All over me and my sheets
Oh how I wish you was here to clean me up
The way you used your tongue as a washcloth last night
Classic, everything wet dreams are made of