sandman

i'm fucking exhausted. insomnia and sexual frustration have taken over my life. i don't sleep and as I lay awake I have the worst, most detailed, wet day dreams. but see masturbation no longer cuts it and I can't put myself to bed. no more lame attempts at listening to classical music to soothe me late at night to sleep. I've decided if letters can be written to santa, than mr sandman will be receiving one from me. so, here i go.. dear mr. sandman... wait no no no, I've got it all wrong... my dear, handsome mr sandman , oh how I miss you so-- I feel as if its been forever since you've graced me with your calming, sheep counting presence. won't you come pay my a visit love? wrap me up in your cloud like arms, filling the space between reality and dreams so all that's left is the comic strip like zzz's.. im a little impatient dear, see.. when you aren't around my arousal factor rises with painted pictures, rather scenes like porn floating through my mind and causing a warmth between my thighs yet I have nobody to soothe my yearning. this frustration im feeling I can't handle any longer. lie weightlessly on top of me, having silent sweet conversations with the lost cells in my anterior hypothalamus and adjacent preoptic area of the base of my forebrain. so please come.. climb in this bed with me.. carry me off to dreamland, your land, sleep on the beach with the waves rhythmic lapping singing to me, warm sand, man take me with you. my soothing mr sandman, won't you come save me? send me a dream, make it the calmest dream I've ever seen.