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A weird and wonderful dream visited me in the earliest hours of morning, prior to dawn’s cracking. Woke with an unnerving sensation of… Warmth?… around my crotchal area? And something else… Wetness, was it? One single bad word came to mind. Blood. Unable to entertain the idea that my life force was leaking through my procreational instrument, I grasped blindly for other explanations. What else could it be? Pee, maybe? No way. If so, another first. Then, instinctively, or maybe reflexively, a different word came to mind: jizm. .
The knowledge that it was my own baby making fluid shook me by the lapels.
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Your first wet dream.
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What does it mean?
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Nighttime excretions.
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Kind of funny. You could say, the cock crowed once before the cock crowed twice.
later
rolls in and out thesedays
without hello-goodbye
wrapping me in the silky folds
of its bat-like wings
sleep deserting me
not for the first time
or last
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