MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE (WET DREAM COMP ENTRY)

The morning after night before,
I woke, some fingers in my core.
For I'd dreamed I was bonking you
but (as alarm went) you withdrew
and vanished into thinnest air,
left me with wettened pubic hair.
I was stark naked, sprawled on sheets,
in which pointed my erect teats,
overflow from hot lust was spilled
as from an orgasm fulfilled.

That's what you've done, after last night,
when I was smitten by the sight
of your moves upon the dance floor,
raising heated thoughts of amour
that I could not get out my head,
though we went home to not same bed
and not even a non-hot shower
could shake off the grip of lust's power.
I should have offered you a date,
then wouldn't have to masturbate!