Wet Daydream

A man on a train who thought with his brain,
breathed in a cloud of dust,
but little did he know, until his load was blown,
that the cloud was a vision of lust.
 
His dream was not bland, for with a wave of his hand,
the panties began to drop. Surrounded by boobies, he felt t'was his duty,
to make. some pussies. pop.
 
In but the course of a minute, his rod was deep in-it.
He thought "fuck. should I have called my adviser?"
The birth control minimal, this man was a criminal,
The vaginas. were blasting. like geysers.