Wet

Wet

The morning dew between my thighs
Is the remnant of a lustful night
Of dreams so sweet, they left their mark
Of needs so vivid, raw and stark 

The scent of longing in the air
When you kiss my lips and stroke my hair 
Signals where I yearn to be,
That you are everything to me
 
The glistening wetness, I cannot hide
When you plunge your thickness deep inside
Reminds you that I crave your touch
To feed my hunger, so very much
 
The sticky imprint on your thigh
When you beat my arse, I cannot lie
For even when I squirm and yell 
My body deceives, with the sweetest smell
 
The nectar from my honeypot
Is the vestige of my thirst for you
Of my body's surrender to you, my master
Of my submission, from here, to ever after
 






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