Wet Dreams, a sexual poem (M/F or m/f),

Deep within my mind there is an island
Which exists in some tropical sea, where
The winds are soft and warm and blow, with a soft scent of jasmine,
'Cross its palm bordered, white sand beaches
And gently stir the fires of a hundred evenings,
Around which I have gathered special fantasy friends.

This is but one friend really; one who
Constantly changes and morphs into
The spirit of my being, at that moment in time, when, reality behind,
I visit my tropical isle to play with her warm, soft body
And diddle the wet clitoris of my mind with her need
Until, on that white sand beach, we explode.

Inevitably, I arrive unexpectedly, unannounced,
A prisoner of some other lust or need,
And slide my spirit into the cleansing scabbard of her very soul,
Where, my true desires released, I ravage her body,
Edifice of my mind and needs, receiver of my id,
To heights and dimensions only my dreams can allow.

Naked, rampant body rolling softly in the surf,
I feel the vacuum of the surf liquids sculpt
The sand beneath my body, and settling hers beside me near.
So that, with a languid movement of my imaginary hand,
I can feel her warm, soft skin writhe in quick passion
At the very touch of me and the coursing of my fingers.

Tracing softly the outline of her face and eyes and mouth,
I present my love of her, through my fingertips.
Softly outlining her sweet, slight-smiling mouth, dipping past teeth
In warm, wet orifice, her tongue moistly flicking my skin
A promise of things to come, of other things to lick upon,
Causing my fertile imagination to soar to new heights.

My member stiffens against her, as she teases my mind with
Thoughts I find difficult to marshal on this precipice so high.
I hear her gladly sigh at my awakening, knowing the best is to come
And soon now, as my hands roam the outlines of
Slim neck, fragile shoulders, and small cherry-tipped breasts,
Intent on feeling all of her and knowing her every indentation.

My palms glide effortlessly over her soft tapered back
Knowing every vertebrae, each rib, dip of waist, rise of buttocks....
Neatly separated by that ever deepening groove, descending to the core of 
her.
Cupping small globes of firm, soft flesh; amazingly smooth.
Flipping her effortlessly or magically appearing behind her.
Rampant member twitching between her buttocks, hands now racing her front.

In this place of my mind, no rationalization is required.
I can move and change position effortlessly, as if it always was....
And be, at once, feeling my length between her buttocks and enjoying the 
thrill
Of her silken inner thighs clamping on my hardened flesh.
No story line to change, no conversation required,
What is momentarily inspired, is and always has been.

Always she is virginal. Tight passage, small near-hairless slit,
Tiny (but very flexible) entrance, flowing wet in her excitement.
No hint of obstruction, who knows (or cares) where that painful blockage 
went,
Only that sweet, sweet pressure of her clamped around my surging pole
And the slow passage of my flesh into her hot, wet passage.
Inevitably stopping, tight against the end of her steamy tube.

Always the smell of her, something that blurs my mind and removes
All that is not primeval; all that does not come from the basic instincts.
Impregnate, procreate; push the seed deep within her, to her very core!!
Feel her instinctively clamp vagina to visiting penis;
Allow no escaping sperm, milk it with rippling muscle.
Coil her body under my sinking shaft.....penetrate deeply....deeply.

I can feel her soft, small body under / over me; moist, smooth skin.
Half my size, she controls my penetration, my mind.
Strong roar in my ears, coursing blood in bulging veins, I hear
As my body trembles but pounds on tirelessly, my sperm rises....
Feeling gloriously free, thunders up my straining, twitching penis
To launch itself, in spurts of pure feeling, into her tiny recesses.

Softly, in complete calm and relaxation, I swim away
>From the tropical island of my mind; contentedly aware that,
In time of need, it will create yet another physical being, in my tired mind
And that I will swim slowly back, looking for and finding
One of those soft willing creatures, crafted for me / by me
And who, in my mind, will lovingly transport me to unknown bliss.

And I sleep on contentedly............