Wet

by FTS Miles   Feb 8, 2005


Mine are layered in wet…
sticky torrid moist from the
gentle rolling and
tender probing,
subtle framing, poising
for sucking, nibbling,
softly biting,
tight plunging and
roaming sculpting,
navigating the twists, turns,
writhing wet of your sweet river
until your own fingers
go clawing slack
from the ostentatious moan
of churning, lapping
lethargic wave
released because
mine are layered in wet….

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  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    * I just have to comment on that viktoria.
    please, do not comment on things you are not obviosly mature enough to undertstand. It really makes me angry that she said that. This poem is full of imagery and passionate symbols which she obviosly can't contemplate. I'm not meaning to 'diss' her but I really think she never should have commented in the first place.
    This poem was excellent. Passionate and intense and made PERFECT SENSE great job FTS*

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