If only the opportunity were to present itself I would present my cock at your lips, to bury it and myself within you. Again and again until our mutual joy mixed, until your ecstacy in your very dreams and then defined your very existence. I would pleasure you as in your every dream, only then to jointly explore new dreams. When exhaustion took you, even then I would not leave you in the pool of mixed satisfaction. I would clean you, soothe you, revive you and, at your permission, start again.