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Poppa Dreams

Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.

Your absence brings me to tears,
At night.
I still reach for you,
In sleepless heat.
Yearning to feel completed.
As only you can do!
After you're done screwing poppa.

In submissive climax twitching,
That subdues us into sweat.
Poppa tries to catch his breath...
As we hold together on soaken wet,
Creamed dripped sheets.
And throbbing in
Sighs until we've gone to sleep!

You're wicked!

Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.

Poppa dreams.
Poppa aches all day it seems.
Poppa wishes to kiss your lips.
And feel our naked hips,
Lick, dance and thrust!
In touches that passion rushes,
Poppa loves so much!

Poppa wants us to knock boots!
Just like you and poppa did...
At least three times a day or more to do.
Poppa dreams.
All ding dong day and night it seems.

The phone rings.
Poppa don't answer.
Poppa listens to the answering machine.
Poppa knows it's not you.
Poppa knows it's just another fling!
A substitute to do.
That poppa does to do his thing.
Imagining in one more dream...
That poppa has while grinding up,
Against someone else...
With thoughts of you!
Poppa dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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