Wet Dream
I had this dream,
but I was conscious,
I knew I was asleep.
I could feel the cool air in the room sink into my sheets,
i could see the dream for what it was,
control it and manipulate,
cast out the parts I didn't like and add things to replace,
but now I can remember scarce,
what the dream was about...
I was running through the forest free,
a hungry, savage route.
I remember one part vividly because my arm went to act it out,
beating a woman across the back with a branch from off the ground.
My arm thrust forward into the night and I slammed in ‘cross my face,
i woke,
FUCK ME i screamed,
irritated and displaced,
but silent sunk my sullen lashes and drifted back to ,
a sort of hazy dreamland and I was back upon my feet,
I remember walking through the woods sort of laughing at events,
the way I’d slapped my own face in my sadistic attempts,
but still i can remember scarce the things that dream was meant to teach,
the things that dream had meant to show,
just beyond my reach,
twisting through my thoughts and searching up and down each aisle,
throwing things about to find the missing links and files,
digging into older thoughts diving into piles,
of morbid curiosities and vile little wiles,
but still,
i can’t recall much more than that one tad bit,
but when i woke at last to rise i was grabbing both my breast
My pussy was wet
my sheets were rent
my face was sweating.
had I wet the bed??
Nope,
as I got a scent,
it was my pussy it did seem,
so though i can't recall it all...
i guess it was just a wet dream.