Whet

This Poem is About Getting Wet, While Getting Whet

Ellay West
I am soaking whet
because I was in the rain
on the hood, on the trunk.
against the door

I got stuck, I got dug
I was stuck and then dug
in the rain
on the hood
on the trunk
against the door

I was pulled, I was tugged
I got "pull" so I tugged at his shirt
I said please, so he dropped to his knees
Cause I needed it in the rain
on the hood
against the door

He was soft, I was whet
He grew "soft" inside as I planted my knees on the hood
I looked good with my ass in the air
so he pulled on my hair
And I wanted this
on the hood,
on the trunk
against the door

Published by Ellay West

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