*My WET Dream*

I could tell she had regretted her actions for the quick requests on her own call

I sat alone in the hall

When she sparked the ego in me

She said she could cope if she saw see

She admitted my presence was the only remedy

Her voice indeed never sounded lively

So I cut the phone call

I met her 10 minutes later in the hall

She wore a transparent overall

I smiled at her to make her happy

She came closer and kissed me

She said I should forget fear ‘cos there’s no presence of her papa

Nor her mama

The next minute we were on the sofa

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

I curiously asked,

“Am I breaking a taboo?”

She seductively also asked

She said there was no need to pay any tax

So her body I freely began to axe

She locked the door

And there we began the harmless war

She lured me like Eve did to Adam for sure,

I nailed her from the sofa to the floor

The next, she put one foot on the wall

I continued the journey and also supported my hand on the wall

She began to crawl

I felt ripples run through me and begin to bawl

She requested for more

And the more I pour

She screeched the more

Gosh! Am I mistakenly writing posting another crazy folklore?

She did scream

But sorry folks, I’m just documenting another poem titled “My Wet Dream”!

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