The Moist Whisperer

if i were to tell you
the thoughts racing inside my head
would you stop watever you're doing
and come lay next to me in bed
as i lie here listening
to the rain tapping on my window
im reminded of our quiet storm
and fogged up car windows
see i neva told you
you took my "car"ginity
or that you have fufilled
every single one of my fantasies
im not at all surprised
by our sexual chemistry
you,my muse, fill me
with such passionate intensity

you look at me
and my clothes fall off
your eyes telepathicly and
instantly wet panty cloth
your hypnotic whispers
makes wetness start accruing
but thats not the only cause
of this quiet storm thats brewing
i like the way you touch me
even when you're not here
how just the thought of you
gets me moist down there
and i feel just like rain
pounding,throbbing,soaking wet
and if i close my eyes
i can see ur sexy silhouette..

i imagine you on top of me
diving deeper as you squeeze me tight
swimming in my waters
til you find that spot you like
you know the spot that makes us both say
oh yea, right there, ooo damn!
releasing flooding emotions
when you burst my dam
fishing at the banks of my rivers
until answers to unasked questions are supplied
where most only wish to dive in my depth
darling you patiently awaits the rush of my tide