Wetness does not always pertain to water
in an ocean, river or lake;
Sometimes it refers to how I feel
when I remember your embrace.
I only have to think of you
to remember me in your arms;
My legs quivering, my mouth moaning
I have fallen captive to your charms.
I long to feel your body on mine
to know the taste of satisfied love;
To lie quietly in your arms
we fit together like a hand to a glove.
You are the sweetheart of my life
you are my one sure bet;
You never have to wonder babe . . .
you can always keep me wet.
Wet |
| by Kate J. |
| Languidly parting the moist curtain. he slides into the smooth vessel. the color of fire pink velvet. his large hands securely wielding the creamy white handles, firmly manipulating them until just a trickle of foamy liquid flows forth. She faces him, their eyes, reflecting pools of love, Aromas of citrus, colognes and faintly, the sea |