sunnuntai 23. helmikuuta 2025

EACH MORNING NOW

Awakening to a dawned day,
a fading dream slipping
past remembrance, he
still knows the dream being
erect and wishes hard
she would be there to grab
the dream and his member,
holding both in her touch,
not letting former go
and bringing latter to its
relief the dream had eluded
when she slipped away
from his dreaming mind's
yearning embrace.

23.02.2025


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