Clarity

.....a beautiful word painting you have here.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm

This kind of sex poetry, which describes simply the physical act, I often think has more to do with porn than art, but this piece challenges that prejudice somewhat. The way you evoke the foreplay is skilful and sensory, conveyed with an elegance of expression which transcends the genre. I also like the title a lot. It provokes thought in readers who might be here simply to stimulate those areas below the waistline.
My only quibble is the line "I raise my wet". Wet what? I'm pretty sure I and your other readers know what you mean, but without the actual noun the line doesn't really make sense.

In this case, less is more... Subtle words invoke the imagination... This poem forces the mind to visualize the acts that really aren't being said...

Well done... Thank you for sharing!  

What remains unspoken is most powerful.

Last two lines are classic. Total applause on this short and sweet write.

Sexy scribe!:)