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Moist

Saying:
 The Pulsation 
Of Nausea...
  Is Enough 
To Make It
   Worse.

MOIST

with the mere touch of green grass 
a surging river of consumption started flowing in the body,
the dark clouds of despair remained stuck in the sky
the shower of pink period started moistening the air of my roof...

It Is a Hot Humid Dripping Wet Moist Morning

It's not every morning where the juice's flow
from every where.
Where even green leaves
shouldn't be freed from the tree.

Here where the white sticky sap
ran the length of the tree.
A thickness to the air
moist air, being sucked in and out by
laboring lungs once stout.

These are the morning where noon
stands still
and what is thinly worn sticks
to the once

Moist Smoke

                    Flickering light of 
                      chandelier dims,
        

A Moist Berry

A moist berry was all I could think about.
That burst to wet my tongue.
A quenching I could drain away
for comfort that would numb.

That soul surrounding other berries
who's bowl would make them one.
Where every spoon dividing them
would make a bath undone.

And dampen all my spirits bound
for hunger that was lost.
To honor me with kisses
from a spirit

Imagine a Beginning of a Warm Moist Feeling

Imagine a beginning of a warm moist feeling...
That builds and builds until your mind is reeling…
Inside a euphoric pleasure when losing control…
On top of a satisfaction that does not slow…

In the Warm Moist Dew of the Morning

In the warm moist dew of the morning…
Comfort and good feelings do arise…
To keep your thoughts from churning…
Embrace the pleasure when you rise…

Moist Morning

Rich roaring rain
Plough pretty plain


Mind morning mimes
Reap rapture’s rhymes


Feel festive flair
Art ample air


Join jazzy jet
Sign simple set


Bright balloons boom
Zap zesty zoom


Grand gracious grooves
Meet misty moves


Dance dewy dreams
Such sensuous streams


Lift laughter loud
Prize precious proud


Cheer cloisters choice
Ply poignant poise


Taste telling times
Meet moving mimes


Set sight seeing
Meet moist morning




Leon Enriquez
25 December 2017
Singapore

Moist

This morning the dew crept into my bed
Soaked, I smile uncontrollably
The smell of femininity struck my senses so,
Sunrise, woke up the sleeping giant

Another Fine Moist

"Another Fine Moist"

Underground with the worms?
It's another fine moist
You've gotten me in, Stanley.
N'est-ce pas?
"The night was moist," wrote Billy Crystal,
As the writers-blocked scrivener  in
"Throw Mama from the Train."
You run into many old friends, here.
Here in the slime is where I'm at.
Let me show you where it's at.
And that's a fact, Jack.
My ROM brain is

A Walk In Moist Woods

The pensiveness of the sky
is broken by the cry of a crow,
by trees distilling intimacy
and moist, vibrant expectancy.
Violets, ferns, and birches
share life-giving vapors.
The chalk-bleak horizon
and pungent, poignant odors
whisper sonorous secrets.
The visitor is enveloped
in this pithy, soulful world,
all cells saturated
with a suggestive sustenance.

Deep Moist Caves

There's a place where men love to go
To explore dark moist caves
The deepest, moistest caves known to man
A most favourite spot they crave

If you're not in shape it can make ya sweat
But how amazing to succumb
Deep in the heart of these dark moist caves 
You must try it you really must come

If your mind's down

Silver Damp Moist Fog

silver damp moist fog
coats golden rods, green ragweed ...
oleander blooms

Melting With Moist Excitement

moist yet flaky white
butter melting spreads just right….
my taste buds excite

Her Threads So Moist

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long-stemmed river glides
                     soaking on threads of nectar...
                           

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