Wet Dreams Poem by Cathy Jackson

Before the dawn I lie awake,
With loins astir and muscles tensing
I squeeze my thighs together
To calm the storm
Brewing between my legs, this morn.

My hand instinctively reaching down,
Presses hard against the throbbing
As I slip quietly,
From your sweet embrace
A soft kiss upon your sleeping face.

Then turn my head and close my eyes
And drift gently into fantasy
Familiar and lustful
And mine alone,
Oh sweet release ‘come soon’, I moan.

Pressure mounting in my loins,
I’m standing on the edge
Oh wicked dream
You naughty tease,
Take me now - if you please!