Wet.

Secretly
slip sliding
riding
my tongue
in my mind and
gliding
inside and
surprising
myself with you being
as wet as I was imagining.

The thought occurs to go
grabbing
and a soft
caress
it's just...
I know these moist
thoughts
need to die immediately...
Fought!
Smitten with the same
voracity
I imagine
licking your kitten.

Tasting
encasing
my face with the
amazing
amount of drip drip drop
that in my dreams
doesn't seem to ever stop
so I imagine
a daydream where I plot
and your enticed into
inviting me into that sweet wet spot.

Overpowering
the collective thought to abstain
with the way I've dreamed the stain
that your moisture has lain
from my tongue
to my chin
a grin
my "tell"
because I can't hide that I'm sprung...
sitting over here hung
still briefly
pausing to imagine just how sweet
you'll be on my tongue
hands wrung
head hung
I go back to dreaming
and there in my dream, then,
your wet
and I'm set
to get
what I long to get
wet...