#moist
Trigger Warning depictions of ****** assault
Beach sands
peeling off a swimsuit
a wet slap
not quite drenched to the bone
yet still a burden
how it sits heavy on the tongue
a humid storm
inside you
heaviness in the prison of my ******
I am trying to pull up my *******
after my friend ***** me
in December
and I'm thinking of how everyone I love
has once hurt me
'moist' is the sound
of his fingers slipping inside me
I am closing my eyes
as the cotton of his shirt clings to my bare legs
and I am thinking that all the wetness must have
teeth
especially the wetness that grows within
and spills out
or chews its way through the skin
and falls onto another's
the night I was *****
everyone laughed
until the walls were moist
until it rained indoors
I say moist
and first, think about two naked bodies
the sound their skin makes
when I try to fight him off
underneath a hungry moon
in a house of warm heat
I saw moist
and think of his tongue against me
the bullet in his brain as I curse him
on a cold December night
the room
my *******
a dark red
I say moist
as in
my own blood spilling in my white ******* moist
or
his fingers moist as he pounded into me
so hard I bled
or my eyes moist when
I told my Momma what that boy had done to me
it felt like winter for ten years.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Our tongue-tied minds are
interlaced with the heat of the moment
Fill my mouth with your saliva and
be pleasured by the roiled and rolled ridges of my tongue.
Thoughts dripping through my teeth, Unable to speak them
As her warm breath burns gently into my skin
Her tongue dances between each thought
Hearts palpitating for the next sentence
Drowning in her saliva, choking on paragraphs
That have yet to be moisten by her
Soft voice.
Tell me you love me
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC
It has been there for days, wasting away.
Bugs are summoned by the smell of decay.
Furry growth in a moist state,
Flies regurgitate.
Buzz, buzz, buzz all over the Charolais.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Yes we did we went out to Phil's
and horked down a meal of fat
not for the old as it'd prolly ****
that's just a matter of fact
Juicy burgers and moist buns
filled with meat and with cheese
no greater feast under the sun
so we ate it quick as you please
We followed it up with Amy's ice cream
creamy and full of the best
something she'd never eaten or seen
putting too shame all the rest
Back at her place
we rolled and we played
we did things that have never been done
Settled our hungers
and settled our moods
our bodies we teased as we sung
I know it's so rude and crude
as she screamed at the top of her voice
beneath her sheets all steamy and lude
"I'm so **** creamy and juicy and moist"
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Let me flick your bean
Till you grow peas
Of ecstacy.
And I swallow everyone
Moistly.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
I have some pretty unpopular opinions.
Acts of stringing string cheese have always seemed so wrong!
Maybe people say I'm strange because I like some songs.
And that's just the beginning...
Being human, so many think that microwaves pose danger.
I can't imagine why you'd think that radiation's any stranger.
Getting some exposure is sure to not endanger!
Word for wet: "moist?" I don't exactly hate it.
Everyone seems to, though, so I don't bother to debate it.
I don't think that sidewalks are dangerous if they're cracked.
Right! That's not an opinion, it's a cold hard fact.
Definitely, it's a hazard to leave vaccines ignored.
Oops, some disagree! Time to give Darwin Awards.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
That carrot, what could be said a little girl gave her,
Well we wondered why an anatomically
Correct Miss Snow lady had such an amicable smile.
Her nose always seemed to descend to below,
She had a friend but his carrot was as
Limp as could be, it wasn’t his fault it’s the cold you see…
But never fear, where there is ingenuity there is away…
In their morning Miss Snow seemed to ice up below,
But she seemed to have a rather defrosted glow…
For when it was time for this artificial carrot to wind down,
She evaporated in pleasure but Mr Snowman was still there
***** but no place to go. Poor Mr Snowman,
we'll blame it on the cold…
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
Never could they gently part,
always forcefully, but the gentle
touch was needed you would find.
It was the gem sitting in-between,
soft, delicately waiting for the touch.
But for some it was to hard to locate.
Precious was the this gem between,
for those who could feel its moistness
knew they had found the jewel in-between.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Its a beautiful day
Wet and cool and moist day
it was just a dream!
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
*my throat was rotted and dry,
as I urged for you to hear my cries,
as if make you hear me again,
as if to try and show you my smile again,
to smile and show you,
how everything will be alright,
wouldn't it be nice,
like the puzzle becoming complete finally.
but my voice cant speak these words,
and my lips and throat aren't moist enough,
to motion this smile we both truly need,
to speak these words to stop the cries,
as if to tell you its all going to be alright,
so we will part ways, drift, and fly away this night,*
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Life!
Life is not about
Telling jokes on other peoples behalf
Behalf!
The bottle is empty or full of liquid
Liquid!
The primal message of growth needs moist
Moist!
Merges with at least two body heats infatuation
Infatuation!
Ergo: life, behalf, liquid, moist, infatuation===> The middle age is probbably the most magical stage of life
where infatuation absolutely and undoubtedly (will) occurs.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
The likes of you I can't describe,
Yet I love to eat between your thighs.
The melody you spake to me
Unfolds my greatest sovereignty.
I crave to quaff all of your spit,
And swallow every drop of it.
Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh,
Those bare and supple ****** *******
Your eyes that follow my firm gaze,
While we kiss and lick and misbehave.
I need to feel each piece of skin,
Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again.
It's such a treat to eat you whole;
I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC