I can’t stop dreaming of you
  and your astral projection
won’t stop sauntering
into my alternate universe
where our bodies collide
and you wriggle and writhe
underneath me.

I’ve become fixated with you
  and all the sounds you make;
your ragged breaths
and guttural guffaws
and the quiver
in your libidinous voice.

I find myself daydreaming
of your magnificent eyes,
bristling bright with fervor
as my vocal chords
give more pleasure
to your skin
than your ears.

I wish I could sleep for days
just to have you
      All to myself
on the alternate plane
of pleasure