The Wet Dream

Soft hands stroke and caress the face

Sore, soft lips kiss the forehed

Blue, clear eyes look into brown

A little hot mouth pressed to another

A hot, wild tongue asks for entrance

A wild, hot kiss has started

Hands slide up and down soft skin, shining with sweat.

Brown eyes open

The sheets are wet

A member is stiff

A hand finds its way down

It was just a dream...