Wet

[strange_one]

here is a short piece I wrote a few moments ago, I was inspired by a piece of music. there has been no editing so don't judge like that.

Dry didn't even exist any longer. It was just some past phase that
was left to sahara films and travel catalogues. The sound of the
steady, drenching downpour rustled over all senses and left them
dripping. My eyes felt moisture beyond tears. Mucus streamed out of
my nose like I had a wavering pool in front of my brain. Some wax
dripped like that of a candle from my ears, hardening upon my
shoulders. I could taste the purest of the icebergs in Antarctica,
and they dripped along my tongue with an icy snap. The smell was
stunning. The perfume of wetness. Everything spilled and soaked. Not
in the way the ocean feels the dense crush of miles of water though.
Although everything was being rained upon, it still wanted life
thereafter, but for now it just accepted and breathed in the moist
enjoyment.

[Lie]

Hmm...I don't really know how to critique this. As a narrative poem or piece of fiction, it's far too vague and wandering. As part of a brochure on the joys of oral sex, it's perfect.

[twice]

Originally posted by Lie
As part of a brochure on the joys of oral sex, it's perfect.

haha...agreed.

[strange_one]

Originally posted by Lie
As part of a brochure on the joys of oral sex, it's perfect.

heh

[UglyCherry]

you fucking ripoff artist! those are the words to track 3 off scott baio's debut albumn. don't think you can get away with this, i'm reporting you to a moderator.

[beef curtains]

not really, but thanks for asking