A Dream-Like Day!

His all curled up in linen soft, that he wove to his accord
Then slumbers in and dares to dream of political discord.
It’s no surprize that the object of his passionate desire,
Is by all means his subordinates, in sensual attire.

He softly bites his lower lip as he beckons her to his will
Just at the thought of mindless discipline, his hands are shaking still.
Then he softly whispers in her ear that he will have his way
And that she could try just as she might, yet she has no choice but stayed.

He gently wipes away a tear that on her cheek did stray
Thin shifted to his set of rules and started power play.
He focussed not on what it implied or practicality
As he forced his way inside of her for everyone to see.

When he reached his climax, he awoke and pondered this array.
He got himself dressed up for work and thought “Lets face this dreamlike day!”

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