My damp skin, always a reminder of what you do to me.
The evidence of my emotions always present
through the crumpled up tissues piled high
beside me.
Love or lust, pain or shame…the moisture
always gives much away, revealing
everything I feel even when I try to hide it.
Emotions inside, bottled up and shaken,
seem to explode in any way they see fit;
running down my cheeks, or my legs,
just begging for release.
Please help me ease the tension;
wipe or rub, kiss or hug,
my skin is wet and needs attention.


You exhaust me with the games you play, 




