We sleep and do not suspect that we live in another world ...

but excitement is an ordinary human feeling and

need, like nutrition, emptying, breathing ...

So what is this to be ashamed of?

Life in a dream and ... in reality.

Part 1 Dream of dreams

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He slept peacefully in a cradle;

I wanted for the evening and in my dreams,

Dreamed of seeing the passion of a lady,

And sweetly sniffing, sighed.

Foliage, from the wind of blows,

Slip the noise of ladies' skirts.

And the lightness of the hands of touch,

Shook his hips.

He flinched. He moved his hand.

Sought rush forward.

But evil power is with you again -

Games treacherous twist.

Feet fell into the ground.

And the heaviness of the legs is overcome ...

He is passionate passion, from desires,

Could not master himself.

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Part 2 I woke up

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But here, as before, playing again,

Shaking, blushing and straining,

He suffered for a long time in his pants,

While I heard a cry: - Ah!

Here, the threads of cloth crackled.

Like bullets buttons become.

Cowards gum did not hold back.

He ... appeared before our eyes.

Madame's pupils displayed

And the ardent heat burst there,

Leaving them indelible mark.

Breaking the hearts of love in return.