Wetness
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Denying heat wont make it go away.
Saying something different,
Is in conflict with your mission.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Lie about it!
Try to hide those naked wishes in your mind.
Deny and fight it.
But you know fresh meat is what you want to find.
To bump and grind as you're sighing.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
You despair for nakedness and wetness.
You want it there,
Some sex and wetness.
Keeping you uptight at night,
And restless.
Ooooohhhyeah...
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
mmmmm...
That sex and wetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Worlds Of Water
I need no shelter from the rain
I'll not run for cover from it.
I'll not be plaintive or complain
I love its wetness I admit.
Conditioned in a serous sea
submerged in its tepid wetness
I resided comfortably
alone, attached in nakedness.
But now that world does not exist
yet life's baptismal still remains:
A kinship I cannot resist
with water that the gods ordained.
Even now I wade in the rain
knee-deep in Poseidon's domain.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Some Choose to Receive Willfully
If knowingly one stands in the rain...
One should prepare to acknowledge,
A wetness one gets.
Rain falls to nourish.
And to flourish for a purpose.
To assist in blooming.
Not to upset!
But to deny the obvious,
After welcoming an effective wetness...
Should not leave one disappointed,
If others have kept themselves sheltered.
And express to them no regrets.
Some choose to receive willfully!
Then perceive what has been given is defective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever The Cost!
into the wetness, ,
lips burnt and bare..
hard hands gone soft,
thoughts falling like drizzle.
gentle, almost tugging,
pulled close to the fire.
till singed, still smoking,
left in the darkness to die.
a thousand deaths though it be,
with each a universe conceived.
the walls of Rome crumble,
to the shouts and the horns.
a crucifix, and a blade,
sharp on both edges.
the taste of blood and beginning,
raw, simple, and strong...
into the wetness,
whatever the cost!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Like My Father Before Me
Like my father before me,
and in the way that my son,
my daughter will do
I have sprouted from this fertile land
have felt the rain falling in big drops
upon the red-brown hot sand,
have smelt new life springing forth
from the wetness of rain,
from the wetness of human seed
I have smelt the sulphur of blue-white thunder,
have experienced the wonder
of seeing new seedlings bursting
right through the ground
and this continent of Africa
where the sun hangs
in a cobalt blue sky,
will as long as I am living
be home to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Window Forever, Nailed Shut!
wetness,
fallen leaves,
decaying....
the blood of
women and children
dripping to the
naked earth....
the tears of
the forgotten,
falling
like burning knives
on hollowed faces...
the distorted dreams
of the dreamless,
damp, and heady,
steaming the hungry
shameless void...
the electric singing juices
of my sweet madness,
filling your mouth,
your devouring wetness....
dripping,
falling,
steaming,
like slow peels of thunder
to the bare floor....
the window forever,
nailed shut!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Spontaneous Electricity (The Wetness)
walking through the wetness,
rain falling softly.
the rhythm of the wipers,
the trees bow to the wind.
you and i, the sweat and the tears,
one hollow, the other echoes,
one fire, the other darkness kneeling,
identities merged, then torn apart...
ghostlike faces at the window,
children turn, and walk away.
the long silence deepens,
death waits just beyond and before.
mountains carved in forever skies,
crumble, ground to dust by time.
and no less we, dust to dust,
the great sweeper sweeps away our memory.
love was the answer, and sometimes not.
the cross and the thorns, the stolen moment.
now there's nothing left to talk about,
and nothing more to do or feel...
walking through the wetness,
i called the rain by your name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Have Got To Know Me
If you really want to know what it's like...
To hold a pillow tight without crying,
But...
Feeling inside your emotions are dying.
Well...
You have got to know me.
'Cause,
I've been there not to leave.
If you really want to know what it's like...
To hold a pillow tight without crying,
But...
Feeling inside your emotions are dying.
Well...
You have got to know me.
'Cause,
I've been there not to leave.
You have got to know me.
And...
This you'll agree when you see!
This is...
I,
Guarantee.
You have 'got' to know me.
How about now?
We can get together and feed that need.
We can get together and...
How about now?
We can get together and feed that need.
Feed that need.
Feed that need
How about how about now?
We can get together and feed that need.
How about how about now?
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
Feed that need
What about now?
We can get together and...
What about now?
Feed that need.
What about now?
We can get together and...
What about now?
Feed that need.
If you really want to know what it's like...
To hold a pillow tight without crying,
But...
Feeling inside your emotions are dying.
Well...
You have got to know me.
'Cause,
I've been there not to leave.
But...
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it, feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it, feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it, feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' that wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Get To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' that wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it,
And it's fed...
To leave the legs shaking off of the bed.
You Have Got To Get To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Know Me
To feel it.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know when it's fed.
To know me.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know when it's fed.
To know me.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know when it's fed.
To know me.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Water kindles fire
He and she walking down the street
Got drenched under rain, fully wet.
For the first time they fell in love.
Wetness has kindled fire in them
10.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wetness
What is it
About my
Wetness,
You love?
The smell,
The sweat,
The look,
The feel,
The touch...
And how do you
Love to touch?
Your fingers,
Your mouth,
Your phallus?
Express your love,
I’m all wet.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Woman On The Other Side Of The Fence
it is nice to see
how you left your soul to dry
in the litany of the clothesline
hanging there
under the sun
over the fence for the passing
air to take all the
wetness of your sins
and here i am
too judgmental for you
and possibly out
of God's graces too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Kiss
So much to place between the parting lips
Nothing really to dwell upon
The air flowing in wetness
Mercifully kills all
Analysing tantalysing
It is within a kiss
That one can peacefully die
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Passion Dream # 2
your body;
wetness,
and trembling
your moan,
a higher octave
and a deeper plane.
i take you
in a moonlit room;
where shadows whisper,
and stillness answers!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The concealed treasure
My love is not at fault.
She herself is not at fault.
I am, too, not a reject.
Yet there was no flow
As she, by nature, is a dump.
Being not a deaf and not a blind
To my quest is the only consolation.
Speech therapy, can she learn?
Dumbness erases
not the wetness of heart.
09.06.99, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All That Dies
derelict, spasmodic, dry lightning flashes...
no rain, no wetness, no balm for the ache.
all that dies, dies alone today!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If The Cost Of Loving...
if the cost of loving
be my life....
then may death taste
of your lips...
wrap around me
like your arms;
cover me with your body,
ride with me the wind,
plunging ino wetness...
with the last fire,
and the first dawning!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Put the Squeeze on 'Me
'Pucker up buttercup and suck me.'
Said the water to the never used,
Fresh stiff sponge.
'Dip it in me quickly...
And feel my wetness come.
Soaking up that big thick sponge...
Until you wiped me dry.
To keep me from a run!
Licking every bit of drip.
Catching me until you were full,
Of me and what I was.
And when it was done...
It was over! ...and you became dry.
You put the squeeze on 'me'!
Remember that! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weep Holes
Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
Flow through us
The soil sucks the trees' roots till now
Till now the sorrow of waters
hasn't reached the earthen plank behind the walls
Earth has not seen the woebegone face of the sky
The wall hasn't learnt to shed tears
Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away
Empty polythene bags sputter on roads
That never had trees planted on sides
People drink blood of their own climes
And grow like germs
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where
Smoke has turned the flowers black
Butterflies' wings look ashen
The dream's face will bend under pressure
And break into smithereens
Let the moisture come!
Let the clouds of pains burst!
Let the sky's sorrow descend to the earth!
Don't consider us the wall itself
Don't think we're but worthless
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked
We'll be there to let the sorrow
Of burdensome wetness
flow through us
Look! Our eyes do not have tears
But the mud of our dreams.
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Back To You Still My Love
all the strange thoughts, i bathe myself with,
feeling the soapiness of the matter and the wetness of all
the newness, i feel clean
about new faces and friends and places
i have never been too,
into all these, fog and mist, and valleys and grass
and winding paths,
all these new, bushes and bamboos
leading me
still to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is A Picture Of Me
it is your body
that makes a steel feeling of my drifting presence
i become present
totally beneath you
when i see the wetness of your hair
i feel the earth and grass inside me
there is rain in my head
there is mud on my feet
do not walk away yet
i still have many items to offer
there is fire in my eyes
there is a commotion in my belly
i love to dance with you
in my life
tonight
no, nothing is eternal
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Go To A Place....
if i go to a place
that you cannot go...
it is not because i didnt love you,
not because we failed.
if i follow the shadows
to the morning light,
you are not alone...
i left my heart by your pillow.
if i ride the wind,
to just beyond the sky...
i have not deserted you,
i live in your every breath.
and if they bury me,
just before the first snow...
i will return with the spring,
in the buds of your longing.
for with each dawn,
the night must pass...
leaving wetness and the scent of hunger.
and when the river turns to find its source,
even the mockingbird waits in stillness.
so if i go to a shore beyond your thoughts,
i will not be alone....
i too take our love with me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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