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Still yet half-awake from my dreams,

I feel a touch but no one is seen,

A sliding of a hand up my thigh,

A slip of a finger up inside,



Touching, teasing, squeezing, giving me cold chills,

Hovering above me, you show me how a good lover feels.

Hands in my hair and your lips on mine,

My unseen lover, very divine.



A lick from your tongue upon my breast,

Stab of your dick deep inside my love nest,

Wanting more, needing more, but this will have to do

For my Incubus, until tomorrow, bid me adieu.