Wetness

Wetness Wetness

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

In the act of intimacy, the exchange of wetness. It courses through the human body conducting electricity throughout the nervous system — the voltage that keeps the mind excited, keeping the nerves and synapses firing at the lips and fingertips and genitals.

Summary

In the act of intimacy, the exchange of wetness. It courses through the human body conducting electricity throughout the nervous system — the voltage that keeps the mind excited, keeping the nerves and synapses firing at the lips and fingertips and genitals.

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Submitted: June 27, 2015

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Wetness

First,
there is the gaze between each other,
the glimmer of his eyes,
filled with longing
for her
tears.

Then,
in conversation, in the words exchanged,
he sees the birthmark
on her cheek,
close enough that he feels
her hot breath
in his lungs.

When,
they are sufficiently enticed
by Desire,
the kiss they make
(tenderness being their lips)
suffocates them in intimacy
such that his heart's
loneliness
leaps and rushes his veins
(uncontrollable excitement)
and their joined mouths
create in themselves a humid
atmosphere of
(connection)
saliva and moaning, wonderful
but difficult to contain.

[They briefly part, and their spittle
drips down her neck, like
rain on windows.]

Thus,
after their clothes have
been tossed in scattered mess,
the magic hitherto restrained
in their loins
(like a child desperate to be played with)
is set free through
his caresses
her kisses --
and at last he slides into her
private darkness,
where
her nectar spills over him,
awash with fertile wetness.

"More," she whispers,
finding the pleasure mounting
in their rapid breaths and
uncertain quivers.

"More.."
Their sweat
has their bodies sliding and squirming
for one another, probing
pleasure out of every deepest inch,
like the urge to scratch
an itch.

"More..!"
And the inevitable end
arrives,
when he finally spills himself
all over inside her,
irreversibly hers.

The pollen is gathered, and all
he can do in
his state of content drowsiness
is adore her still,
having experienced her
wetness


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