Make no mistake about it…..I’m moist!
Moist from fondling my thoughts
while musing on a cloud
where the lips of my mind always seem
to fortify themselves around tangible taboos.
He causes cerebral climaxes
when fornicating with my
orgasmic fantasies,
leaving physical eruptions of sweet cream
in the core of my reality.
I can’t help but want to slow grind for him,
a provocative tease, under the moon’s watchful eye.
Dancing naughty, like Desire was my bitch and she…
she was licking the yen between my thighs,
while I passionately waited for him to
shove his glorious gorge so far up in me……
I could have sworn he was there.

Mentally moist =Intellectual bliss.
Wetting my appetite…. amongst other things.
His image reign supreme
while tenderly breaching abstinence seam
with the potency of his rigid carnality.
Long strokes stripping me bare of my...
hidden inhibitions,
propelling me to euphoria
with every artistic thrust he has to offer
while altering every zealous suck
into a contentious ejaculated flow
between my brown….
I want him to pin me down,
until my thighs pull him up close and personal
so he can finally taste what he’s…
always been missing.

But in the meantime and in between time…
make no mistake about it….I’m moist!


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