Open tresses

Plastered on your pendulous breasts

You on top of me

Grinding me with your weight

Was a sight to behold

I kept looking at you

Agape

For the tigress was at play

With her inept prey

Her fire reducing him to ashes

As she chanted the unholy names

I woke up

Having a hard on

It was only a dream

I relived those moments

For I knew, I won't have the tigress

Ever again.

©LR