My Pillow

It’s a cold and snowy winter night,
I’m embracing my pillow so tight,
Wishing my pillow was you,
And my imagination was true,
As I twist & turn in my bed,
With the crazy thought in my head,
That my pillow would transform into you,
So I could squeeze you,
Just like I do to my pillow.
That would be a dream come true.


I’m so cold, I need some heat,
No! Don’t get the fire-place lit,
Your body is all I need to get me warm.
You got what I need so give me some.
You can consider me a big teddy bear,
And squeeze me tight without fear,
Let me hug you tight like my pillow,
Feeling both your body’s heat & tenderness,
That’s one special quality about you,
That my pillow will not be able to do.


Now I have your soft tender skin,
In contact with my hard muscular skin,
Your double D cup breast,
Rubbing on my well cut chest.
I don’t ever wanna let you off my sight,
Coz everything seems just perfect & right,
As I hold you to myself close and tight,
Turning a snow night into my dream night.
Then I realized I still had my pillow in my hand,
Damn! Did I just get carried away for a moment?


© DK, December 09