Damp Flesh.

I wore slick lips 
like a stamped kiss of damp 
flesh on a sticky smile,
clamped thighs tight,
cream spied,
drip-drop, flow
from inside, a divine well
spring, soaked as though
within the ride, a half-sweet
spraying tide,
trailing o’er a tongue,
as one and two, work
pointed deep, a guide;
leg gripped, sucked thin skin
parts wide.