Everything is Soaking Wet
Everything is soaking wet
After months inside spent crying and sweating and cumming
We’re heavy and swollen and dripping everywhere.
Is the sun working?
I used to rely on spring to wring me out.
This time last year my pores were open.
I felt ready to grow fleshy and sweet.
And then a question: “When was the last time you were impulsive?”
Tell me anything. I’ll absorb you, just don’t press me.
Leave me here to swell.
Then something came to squeeze us together
And looking down at my ankles I noticed
everything is soaking wet.
