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Her. Cool. Wet.

Not much to Her surprise,  
as she began to unwind,  
to undress,  
unbutton,  
unzip,  
she finds.....  
 
...pull them down,
 
one leg steps out  
and the other follows  
Cool air hits a sweet spot  
 
She knows  
how moist the punnany is.
"How'd this happen?"...... one may ask  
She musters, just above  
a sweet, gentle groan...  
 
…..."he took me there!"
 
She had no control.  
He seduced her  
and didn't even enter her  
Sweet,  
Tender,  
Young,  
Wet promise......  

he looked,  
he caressed,  
he smiled,
he touched,  
he kissed,  
he Loved  
all  
on  
her.

 
All along,  
creating sublime desires of cool,  
yet hot flowing rivers,  
lakes and ocean....... like the wetness between her thighs.  
 
Moist,
 
becoming sticky, yet sweet  
Needing more of him to...  
touch,  
taste  
and engage her World
 
Penetrate,  
oh so deep  
taking his  time... feel her.  
 
Why?
 
It was *you*
that brought her into
such a dripping, yes.....wet encounter  
with nature's own,
 
Her. Cool. Wet.

 
 
 
Ms. E (used with permission)
 
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
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