A word I love to hate, MOIST

Morning dewdrops lay in the distant fields
Opening to sweet, the moisture dripping down
Inside her moist centre shimmers
Stars gliding on the lapping shores like a sunset mirror
Tasting his moist drops, licking up every last one
Underneath the clouds, droplets spraying my skin
Rain pouring on me hard like an invitation from above
Enticing mist begging my body to be charmed

Levels of excitement, my moisture drips from within
Original thoughts to excite the mind and body
Vixens taunting me to taste their sweetness
Eruptions straining enclosed deep in my soul

Tantalising skin, musty cravings trying to ignore
Opulent skin begging for my attention

Haunting thoughts of you undressing cloud my mind
Attracting your attention to my honey centre
Tentatively appeasing your every moan and whim
Entertaining thoughts of leather whips and feathers

Drunk on the taste of your juices
Orgasum building

Your moans make it hard to hold on
Once you arch your back on top of me
Unable to stop myself cumming inside you

Wrapped in my arms the scent of your skin
Another set of eyes watching us perform
Never wanting the feeling of you inside me to end
Together we will hit a new height of excitement

Moan even louder for me, darling.
Open up more, no teeth this time
Requires you on your knees
Every drop, sweetheart, be a good girl
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