Crazy Wet Dreams

           
I was in my teens while you're still not            
when we first felt those desires - too hot!            
Just sitting close with our thighs touching            
could lead to hours of endless smooching.    
            
Yet, our first kiss--an innocent bliss...    
Could everything be just a lucid dream?            
           
Was it really love or just lust?            
Your inquisitive mind often asked            
Wondering if it was just a dream,            
while pondering over some ice cream            
which melted in your mouth,            
as you licked it all around.            
           
Surging testosterones overflowing,            
filled your warm pussy to satisfaction,            
yet leaves you thirsty for more            
until the break of a fiery dawn.        
            
I hear your moans and feel your breath of fires,            
and my fucking briefs still wet with desires,            
but not a shadow of your voluptuous hot body            
anywhere in sight, as I open my weary eyes.        
            
You always come like a cloudy apparition        
Sometimes your face beyond recognition        
No hindrance at all, as my fingers meander        
at your sexy figure, I don't have to wonder.        
              
Seven-hundred and sixteen full moons revolved      
in the vast universe, mystically involved      
Until finally, I met you in the flesh      
our bodies reunited with blazing embrace.            
           
All night long we made love under the crescent moon            
Soft music filled the air in synch with your moan            
Suddenly you pushed me to the marbled floor,            
and banged my head against the bathroom door            
our limbs got twisted--our souls entwined.            
           
Our bodies were welded - melted like butter,      
as we moved up and down in rhythmic patterns;      
we swayed to the beats in harmonic symphony      
trying to free the memory of days of agony.      
            
We were soaking wet with multiple orgasms,      
ignoring the thirst and muscle spasms            
Our spirits rejoiced and roamed freely            
rejuvenated--filled with countless ecstasy!            
           
This time I could surely scream           
it was no longer a crazy wet dream,            
for I woke up in the days ahead           
with concussions still in my head.