Realistic Fantasy (or Wet Nightmare)

I dream of you nightly
of holding you tightly
enfolding and molding
and lifting your nighty

She reaches down lightly
stares at me whitely
its really not my fault
males genatalia's unsightly

Ive still not yet laid her
So I try and persuade her
to be slightly more toelerant
I know I am, I've weighed her

I mean she's stomach churning
but my lust is burning
besides, I'm not pretty either
whem I'm grunting and gurning