Wetter Than Puddles #7

Waking to the feel
of
soaked sheets
eyes blink,
mind turns,
finding it’s
not night sweats
but the dreams
of you
that have me
wetter than puddles
where my mind
feels you
your entire you
on
over
in
out
of me
where my skin
remembers the
stroke
touch
lick
and suck
of you
where I respond
to
buck
grind
kiss
fuck
you back
in dreams
so real
I feel you

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