Warm and Wet (The Kiss)

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Warm and Wet


I can feel him
I can feel him and sense him
Hunting
Tracking
Praying

I am eager
I am eager to begin this game
He toys with me
I can see him
I can see him, warm and wet
Anticipating my next move
I can see him watching, observing
Gathering information steadily
Standing in the shadows to watch
I don't want him in the shadows any longer

I am eager
Eager
My eyes close to begin meditation
To soften my hardened body
My eyes close, eager
I am eager, these thoughts in my mind
These words tumble around
"I am eager" again and again
He waits, he will not let me call the game
He will not let me play my way
I am eager

I feel him
I sense him, warm and wet touch
Touch, we touch, this game has begun
Touch, we touch warm and wet
We spin, we spin this game has begin
It has started, warm and wet
So delicate in it's fierceness
In it's warmth, in it's...wetness
It has begun this game has begun
I feel him

Something enters me
Foreign and strange, warm and wet
It explores me, it hunts me, it tracks me
It brings out noises, warm and wet
I can feel him
I can sense him
He's playing, mocking me, shocking me
Inspiring and musing me to music
My voice is birthed in a cry
In a bird's cry of flight, warm and wet

Warm and wet, this game has begun
We spin and spin, this game has begun
With little time remaining, we slow it down
Because there's no taming warm and wet
The count down has begun
Spinning, spinning, warm and wet

I can feel him
I can feel his heart racing
Adrenaline from this game
And from this hunt, has become
Warm and wet
The kiss
Warm and wet
The game
Warm and wet

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