Wet.

by Tanya   Apr 4, 2008


She cried on his shoulder,
she cried in his arms,
she didn't let go
he caused her so many scars.
She cried even harder
when he walked away,
watching him leave
though she'd want him to stay.
But suddenly a smile appeared on her face,
the warm happy feeling gave her an embrace.
She giggled,
she laughed
and screamed all the way
so for the last time he would know
what she has to say:
"I think, baby boy, you should really regret,
this is the closest you'll ever get to making a woman wet!"

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