Wet Dream
Like flickers of an old movie
Scenes jumping from one to another
Images of full luscious breasts
Hard tantalizing nipples
Rigidity, almost painful, yet pleasured
Thoughts of wet slippery essence
Oozing, playful in the touch
Sights, sounds, erotic naughty thoughts
Tender too, the moments,
Excitement beyond measure
Memories of first times, last times
And all those between times
Laying with you licking
Seeing your face, your smile
Slipping inside, pleasuring
Your first squirt, and then mine
Messy morning, it's been a while
But I welcome it, smiling, remembering
Tucking away the thoughts for another day,
Enjoying the dream even as it dissipates into nothingness.
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