A Sweet Wet Dream Dec 16, 1999
Your fingers tremble
Along the thin line of my thigh
I can hear your breath, intently
Focusing on the softness of my skin
The softness it contains
You fingers tremble
Along the shape of my knee
I see your lips, smile
At the whoe beauty of this body
The knee and how it curves
Your fingers tremble
And then you wake to
Realize it was all a dream.
A Sweet Wet Dream