Afternoon Daydream

Your brown skin, glowing beneath the sunlight,

Inspires a daydream sweeter than Turkish delight.

My eyes undress you with reverent grace,

Removing each layer — even your shades —

No distractions from your radiant face.

I only want to witness your skin in full daylight,

As sweat beads and rolls down your brow,

Dripping slowly to your chest —

I imagine baptizing you with my tongue,

Tasting the essence that is only you.

Your nectar, divine, erupts in my mind

As I dream of taking you into my mouth,

Of hearing the moan that carries my name

Etched across your sacred throne.

I see your fingers tangled in my hair,

Your body arching, releasing in bliss.

A kiss I offer in gratitude —

For blessing my lips with ecstasy’s gift.

Then you reach for me,

Pulling me into your arms,

Kissing me like it’s always meant to be.

I don’t resist — how could I?

For you, my love,

Will always be

My afternoon fantasy.