What becomes of dreams? This was a coming of age.  This would be the coming of Don in a labor of love and a damper of desire. Soon Don would reach his climax. He was now becoming hardened and stiff.  The zenith of his childhood would end with a wet dream ushering in his adulthood!

Don was fully aroused now with the sort of fervor that swells in the loins of young boys.  He imagined a woman and he wanted to put something inside her, to enter her interior filled with water.  This was not the water of tears or fear but a new feeling flowing within her. 

Right at that moment he was instantly becoming a man.  Don somehow envisioned something in his head.  It was an image of a woman wearing a red dress.  She was panting hard and breathing hurried breath into the darkness.  Her legs and thighs tensed as she pushed her body down the narrow hot passage. 

She lifted her long red dress to reveal shiny gold calves covered with drops of perspiration that rolled down her legs, sticky and wet.  Her stomach was revealed through her dress glistening with moisture in the new sunlight.  Her bosom throbbed and heaved with excitement.  She was coming toward him fast and heavy.  He was coming hard and headstrong toward the end of his childhood.  Don’s male member was reaching out to her and ready!

His flesh awakened! His body responded to every nuance of her presence. His male organ came alive as he thought of her and it stiffened his flesh with intense pleasure.  Her lips parted wet and longing in the whispers of the shadows.  His male flesh enlivened and stood at attention. She licked her red lips!  Her smile was sliding across her face with familiar grace. Her large dark eyes were the windows to her deep and impregnable soul. 

Who was this woman that Don envisioned? It may have been Azure, the girl that stood between Don and his twin brother Knight.  She was a lively girl with the jovial character of a marionette.  Whenever the master of her heart pulled the strings she would dance for him with pleasure. 

As you read this journal you are revealing all things forbidden.  The unknown is about to be unveiled before you.  There are many such characters uncovered in this book. Each poem tells the story of an event in a dream, in life and death, which sets the scene.  The short story is taken from a childhood vision about days gone by in the memory of Miles and Don, two venerable knights.