Wet Dream

What are you?

I closed my eyes.

Yet I feared the dark. The things of this world truly know how to grip our emotions apart.

A perfume smell lingered in the air; burnt vinegar and dash of white-rose essence

A temptress? Who could know? Am I alone? Who could know!

I try to move. I don’t know how. Is this death? What does he want now? It really can’t. And why is that?

I feel warmth or maybe I am on fire. A drip sound begins to form in the distance.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Did someone leave a tap open? How could that be? Its speed intensifies.

As it grows louder and louder, I try to count it in rhythm in an attempt to put me back to sleep. I am stopped in the process.

A sudden cold air-front awakes all my senses. It wraps around me like no other force I can imagine. Deep inside my core it attacks.

First my toes. Were my feet uncovered? Then like ice through my quads and up towards my mid-section where it lingers for a while almost trying to test my attention.

It stays there but, two of it detaches in random directions with a uniform movement running over my chest.

Is this it? Is this where I meet the grim-reaper? I still can’t move neither can I explain this icy-hot sensation.

What are you? The two detached quickly wrapped around my neck. It was time.

I couldn’t breathe! What a way for my life to be sucked away in a few moments.

I tried to conjure up as much strength as I could. And with one last mighty push.

I could move!

I opened my eyes.

And there she was. My eyes took all but less than a few micro-milliseconds to save a mental image or her.

Big dark hair, beautiful round ecliptic eyes, those little female facial features that make you cringe with sexual delight, her perfectly molded nose.

And the prize that had turned my fear to joy; those juicy voluptuous lips that seemed to almost call out for my soul without even moving.

How I wished to remain in this beautiful trance but, things began to fade.

And before the fade took her as well, she mustered up the most peculiar smile I had ever seen.

She licked the corner of her lip, removing a cloudy-white little drip that had been dangling without me noticing it.

One blink and she was gone…I was back in my reality.

In my attempt to move, I realized something about my jockey shorts.

 

I was wet.


 

Photo Credit: William Stitt

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