Wet Dream..

Cognition drifts away as my consciousness fades

The blackness sometimes filled as images cascade

Sometimes I see snippets from my memory past

Mixed with scattered nonsense I have amassed

My dreams are sometimes long and some short

Really bizarre and disturbing ones, I try to abort

Sometimes you just know you are having a dream

You can somehow tell, the way the images stream

I often dream in color, the images are very real

I smell and taste things; I can even touch and feel

A dream can wake you up, save you from disaster

Because somehow your conscious mind is master

If I have to use the potty, my dream will tell me too

My conscious mind will intervene, to break through

One time whilst I was dreaming of a very sexy guy

He laid me on the feather bed and kissed my thigh

I could feel the warmth of his breath and moist lips

I could feel his two strong hands resting on my hips

I knew that I was dreaming but didn’t want to stop

Everything he was doing just perfectly; I liked it a lot

I knew just what he would do, even before he did it

Like I wrote the script and he masterly performed it

I guided him with my personal satisfaction in mind

His actions and my reactions were perfectly aligned

I felt myself going where I never thought I would

He drove me wild, stimulating me, like only I could

He brought me to a place, that I will never forget

I woke up panting and my nightgown soaking wet