wet dream

He is a boy sleeping against the mosque wall, ejaculates wet dreaming into a thousand cunts pink and smooth as sea shells, […]

[…] the Bakst drawings imposed themselves on the shadowy sultans, sultanas, eunuchs, and pages […] the pageboy of the Fairy Cherry in panniered skirt and cherry-tree headdress―the very same he had dreamed, wet dreamed no doubt as well, pressed down, hemmed in by his wooden box.