The wetness enwraps me like a warm blanket.
The hot air searing into my lungs.
The haziness impairing my sight.
Your skin slimy like an eel.
Your kiss salty like the dead sea.
Your grip like a cop on steroids
Your breath quick like a premature ejaculator
Your nee deeper than Rhowandah’s hunger.
Your lust burning like the desert sun.
Your ego on the hunt for the libido.
Your hair wet with passion and sweat.
your fantasies that just get you all wet
The sounds had texture, Just love and sweat
and all the things that happen to end up wet..

10/04/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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