Hand to Mouth - or -

Before the dawn I lie awake
With loins astir and muscles tensing
I squeeze my thighs together
To calm the storm
Brewing between my legs, this morn

My hand instinctively reaching down
Presses hard against the throbbing
As I slip quietly
From your sweet embrace
A soft kiss upon your sleeping face

Then turn my head and close my eyes
And drift gently into fantasy
Familiar and lustful
And mine alone
Oh sweet release 'come soon,' I moan

Pressure mounting in my loins
I'm standing on the edge
Oh wicked dream
You naughty tease
Take me now - if you please!

Wet Dreams
Cathy Jackson