The Dew of the Early Morning Mist

Laying spread wide across my comfy satin sheet awakened by the early morning dew. A sense of heat abound, the lightly bushy gentle tail, those tender moments of delight. Gleam beams down so gently to be clear and hold me down on what sweetness ripen the pears so delightful clear. Thrust me dear and keep me here, satin sheet grasping tears. Oh early morning dew of mist how you dare to grasp me so and keep me here. A flip, a moment, a turn; oh my dear, you slip, you thrust and declare. The early morning mist of unforgettable delightful despair, a moment of flare; burst through leaving me grasping for air that satin sheet. Oh my dear.