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Wetness
by Anonymous Web Poet

I see you laying there
The darkness molds your curves
The light makes your flesh glow
Tiny drops of wetness
Form little sprinkles all over your body
So firm, so soft.
You lie on your back and touch yourself
Gently fondling your right nipple and
Sliding your left hand down to your
Warm bush
Parting the way to your clitoris.
Your index finger
Rubs it gently.
The longing on your face as
Stare off into the darkness
Says you are remembering me
Dreaming of us
Fantasizing about you and I together.
You pinch your nipple firmly as you
Suck your index finger and
Return it to your clitoris
Rubbing more rapidly
Back and forth
Your body getting wetter
Breathing more and more
Heavily
Faster
Faster
Panting and gasping
Then you thrust your fingers
Deep inside
As your body explodes.
The quivering of your figure is a
Brook in the moonlight.
Your body is drenched in wetness.
As you lay back completely
Breathing more slowly now
Stroking your bush with your right hand and
Licking your body's salt off your other fingers
I know you can't wait for me to
Cum home
And I can't wait to
Get There.


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