Nocturnal Emissions
Once again, a dream I dreamt,
As I crawled through a dark vent.
And saw a very strange event,
In a room below.
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One above, below was Two,
Yelling about "thrusting through."
Was this attempt a means to woo?
I stayed and watched the show.
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Just a dream, both their desire.
Could feel both their lust and ire.
Part of me pushed to inquire,
But I told myself, "a dream."
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Then I awoke, within my bed.
Strange feelings, and not just dread.
What madness had entered my head?
That sight strange and obscene?
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And yet I wondered, "is that love?"
What happens if push comes to shove?
Why had I looked in from above?
Felt like this was different dimension.
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So return did I to weary sleep,
Hoping nightmares ran not deep.
Knew for awhile, I'd be creeped,
By deeds I could not mention.
