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Moist

Moist

Oh how I love this word, it paints vivid pictures in my head, I see you laying naked, with your legs so nicely spread

I see your flower glistening, waiting to get plucked, I see your lips dripping, aching to be fucked

I think of the sweetest wine, how I'm desperate for a taste, how carefully I'd drink your wine, so none ever went to waste

The word even makes the sound, as your mouth forms to say the word, say it slow and seductively, the kiss it can be heard

Moist conjures up dampness, the very word just draws me in, it makes me think of your pussy and always leads to sin

Moist makes me want your pussy, it makes me want to eat, to get straight between your thighs, to taste your sex so sweet

All this from a single word, a favourite word by choice, the word that makes me want you, I love it when you're moist

Ron
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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My favourite descriptive word MOIST
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