Before the dawn I lie awake, <br />With loins astir and muscles tensing <br />I squeeze my thighs together <br />To calm the storm <br />Brewing between my legs, this morn. <br /> <br />My hand instinctively reaching down, <br />Presses hard against the throbbing <br />As I slip quietly, <br />From your sweet embrace <br />A soft kiss upon your sleeping face. <br /> <br />Then turn my head and close my eyes <br />And drift gently into fantasy <br />Familiar and lustful <br />And mine alone, <br />Oh sweet release ‘come soon’, I moan. <br /> <br />Pressure mounting in my loins, <br />I’m standing on the edge <br />Oh wicked dream <br />You naughty tease, <br />Take me now - if you please!<br /><br />Cathy Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wet-dreams/
