A Wet Dream

The man had grown tired of touching himself
No longer was he fulfilled only from fantasy
His playboy magazines lay dusty on the shelf
He wished for a woman,one who is erotic,sexy

He closed his eyes and tried to visualise her
The setting is in the open,public,maybe a park
She lies, near naked under a tree,the Great Fir
The time is just right,verging to night,on dark

She awaits for him, only him, for his pleasure
His excitement begins to grow, he becomes bold
She is his to touch,kiss and caress,to treasure
He nears her side,now to embrace her,his to hold

Lying there,blonde hair spread across her shoulder
She is lovely, creamy skin, fair of face and body
Breasts,ample,beauteous in the eye of the beholder
Nipples barely covered by material that is skimpy

He knows just what he wants to do in his fantasy
The plot is all planned out, his way , as it must
He wants to worship her,embrace touch her, slowly
The man responds to this womanly visage with lust

His penis now arouses from it's trousered slumber
Wishing to thrust, to probe into her inner being
He wants to ride her,stroke her,again,stroke her
Blind to all other things,his senses are numbing

But just as he was to touch caress this sexy lady
She vanished, disappeared, she; nowhere to be seen
What has happened to our young man's sexy fantasy?
She dissolved,into ether,not real,nor to have been

To have ridden, again he thinks to himself,does he
The image of invisibility, the sexy, erotic ghost
Of the woman he hopes to one day mount,who is she?
This vision, wet dream, welcoming, his sperm host

Tis something undone, a wet spot upon the sheet
Closer to his sexy woman,seen,but not in her spent
Leaving him feeling alone and very much uncomplete
Actions not properly done,words not said and meant

She continues to be a figment of his imagination
Someone not real,ghostly, his sperm truly wasted
He needs to have sex, a real coupling,realisation
Of erotic imagery , lustings but not yet tasted