Bedroom bestiary
When I do lay me down in bed
Sleep may not be what’s on my mind.
I might seek something else instead,
Which friendly hands might help me find.
It’s true, there’s noone here but me;
That doesn’t bother me too much:
I’ll drift in naughty fantasy,
And just invent that friendly touch.
And this way, as I smile and stroke,
My fantasies can broaden out;
Not limited to human folk
In what I choose to dream about.
If I’ve a mind, one horny day,
To have an elf upon my dick,
I can; or in the ocean spray
A mermaid giving it a lick.
But there’s no reason to maintain
A humanoid portrayal here.
Sometimes there might be more to gain
If something different might appear.
So maybe now a unicorn
Could wander in from off the grass
And gently slide its silken horn
Twelve inches up my willing arse.
Of tentacles, there’s much to say:
They slither slimy, gripping strong.
So if an octopus would play
I’d gladly have him tag along.
And next perhaps an alien race
Might come to Earth, and stay awhile,
And I a willing slave, in case
They wanted someone to defile.
And all these, of whatever kin,
Would be (of course) supremely skilled.
Caresses stimulate my skin,
My orifices firmly filled.
And as I climb towards my peak,
Eyes closed, mouth panting, into view
There comes the vision that I seek:
The dream of one day fucking you!