Two sets
one wet
one dry
I lick one set
the other between my thighs
wetness builds with each breath
awaiting our next
"little death"
I lick my lips
as I think of you
My lower set full of dew
Both sets responding to you
I could use some Chapstick
my smile is dry
no Chapstick around
so I reach between my thighs
I dip in and feel
wetness and want
Bring my hand to my face
and wipe off the dry
I lick my lips once again
I taste you
and it begins again
both sets a wanting
with you driving me insane
all this wetness
is yours to claim
kiss me fool
taste your mess
laugh with me
lay with me
try to rest
later I will tease you
do not protest
wetness in my walk
from hearing you talk
watching my heart beating in my chest
seeing my smile
as I let it go
giggle
sigh
YOU are the BEST!