Head to toe, naked, peaches and cream,
Softly rounded, a living wet dream!
As he slowly draws nearer,
Objective still clearer,
To touch her, she lets out a scream!
Tag: wet dream
Virtual reality
Her soft tits, her lips, so real-seeming!
Oh shit! Not again! Only dreaming.
He sobbed, as he lay,
His mind stuck on REPLAY,
And his hard little penis live-streaming!
The food of love
The damn wench was a schoolboy’s wet dream!
Her complexion all peaches and cream,
Silken dress, light and summery,
Tits like pink flummery !
Sex for dessert, it would seem!
Libidinous angst
She woke up, panting, coming, hot, screaming!
Alone! Had she only been dreaming?
No something more literal!
Visceral! Clitoral!
Living, and being, not seeming!
The dark prince
In her sleep her hand strayed to her crutch;
In her dreams her loins thrilled to the touch
Of a tall handsome prince
And, alas, ever since,
Mortal men have seemed dull, pretty much.