the Wet Dance

by Eelun Phetmoore

It drips 
my senses frenzy
following the trail to your taste
moist folds draw me
a wet furnace within
gasp
they heave
sway
pink tips erect
you need this
it needs this
makes me need it
want it desperately 
entering
it pulls me in
gush
making it slide
the sound intoxicating
lips join
tongues explore
pumping faster
getting wetter
burning within
thrusting
the look in your eyes
you need to
now 
I need to
now
tightening
veins hardening
gushing
we explode
basking
it drips