Wet dreams aren't just dreams it's desires burning in the the silence of the night.
When control fades and
just the body stays, alive, on,
crossed by a heat that
growing with no brakes.
They don’t always have a face, but
they have a force that surrounds and
overturned.
And when you wake up, that shiver remains:
the most intense breath, the skin
sensitive, an echo of fire that
doesn't turn off easily. 🔥
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