Wet

When I think of you the word that pops into my head is: Wet

Most would probably assume that I simply mean what happens to my body

But the moisture that pools up in my unmentionables is not the only reason

It’s also the sweat on your forehead

How can your skin be so warm?

Without this dew you would scald me with your heat

I remember of the saliva that we lavishly share

It’s like a sap on your tongue that’s as sweet and refreshing as southern tea

The dribble on your manhood that wakes me up like an alarm

Disorienting and unsettling when its raining on me

You are a gentle storm

Wet