The wetter the better
Do my words touch you in a special kind of way, do they make you wiggle, do they make you want to play
Do you feel a dampness deep inside your aching thighs, do you want to touch yourself, release some sexual sighs
Your hands slide across your skin, you feel the need to touch, your fingers slide deep inside yourself, through the wetness of your crutch
Your juices are flowing freely, you've soaked your pretty bed, turned on by my poetry and the pictures in your head
Fingers dancing on your clit, guided by my sensual rhyme, if you imagine hard enough, those fingers could be mine
The thought of you getting wet, whilst reading makes me grin, I hope you find what you need, I hope you enjoy the sin
Knowing that I please you, making you wet don't get much better, all I want is to get you wet then make you even wetter
THE KINKY POET