[M4A] The Sandman Comes

[M4A] The Sandman Comes [fantasy] [growly] [whispers] [poetry] [pillowtalk] [fap] [challenge] [facial] [cum]

The sandman sprays his silver spell to help the restless sleep again.

Notes: Indented is the refrain, which is written in first person for intimacy. These stanzas would be great for binaural effects in which you whisper to one or both ears, but for a lo-fi production simply leaning in closer to whisper them can produce a similar intimacy. "Blessèd" is pronounced with two syllables. Remove or jump to stanzas as needed.

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Under the velvet cover of night
When the moon sighs full of milky light
The sandman comes with staff at hand
To seed with dreams a weary land.

He slips through cracks, he enters holes,
To leave his grain on grateful folds,
And with its touch do spirits sleep
Their heads in clouds, both thick and sweet.

Close your eyes, let the sandman come.
His bag is full, his rod is primed.
Slip off your thoughts, and let him in;
His magic’s come to soothe again.

With gravid steps he does approach,
His power proud, his gift uncloaked.
He whispers low his magic rhyme
As he descends like crested tide:

	“Feel me coming, warm as summer,
	Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
	With wand in hand I gift to thee
	My silver seed, my sand to sleep.”

He grips his brush with dewy tip
And paints a smile upon your lips,
And for your chin a gentle nuzzle,
A little tease, a little tickle.

	“Feel me coming, warm as summer,
	Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
	With wand in hand I gift to thee
	My silver seed, my sand to sleep.”

His scepter grows at ev’ry stroke—
It throbs and swells from powers coaxed.
Embrace his shaft and feel it’s hard
With musk and magic to be discharged.

	“Feel me coming, warm as summer,
	Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
	With wand in hand I gift to thee
	My silver seed, my sand to sleep.”

With every wag his wand does trace
A gossamer thread upon your face.
And every blow from his baton:
A parting gale to the Land of Nod.

	"Feel me coming, warm as summer,
	Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
	With wand in hand I gift to thee
	My silver seed, my sand to sleep."

As ocean waves do beat and pull,
So too he swells his power full.
Watch him crest to his crescendo
To flood his foam your wharf below.

	"Feel me coming, warm as summer,
	Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
	With wand in hand I gift to thee
	My silver seed, my sand to sleep."

At last his magic’s at its peak!
Come lap the excess that it leaks.
It’s big, it’s hard, it’s stiff, it’s heavy—
It needs to come in you already.

So feel me coming, warm as summer,
Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
With wand in hand I gift to thee
My silver seed, my sand to sleep.

Like blessèd rain, my sands descend
Warm and gentle upon your head
To wet your hills with dewy mist
And seed your fields my germ of rest.

In milky streams, my magic flows,
Down the valleys from your brows
To dimpled wells and parted lips—
In comes my magic, inhale my peace.

I stamp your eyes still wet with tallow
A kiss on each for dreams to follow.
Until again, in want of slumber,
Think only of my magic whisper:

	"Feel me coming, warm as summer,
	Hear me breathing, soft as thunder,
	With wand in hand I’ll gift to thee
	My silver seed, my sand to sleep."