...my mouth is dry no wet kisses...

my mouth is dry no wet kisses
oh i can smell your scent today
thick strokes choking me with lust
what touches me doesn’t touch you
mind thoughts silently unfold only
to refold…folded…stop it
my mouth is dry no wet kisses
your path to paradise is desert
the little oasis of pleasures dry
my mouth is dry no wet kisses
no wet kisses my mouth is dry
all dried out a parched mirage
illusions drying flesh on flesh
to unfold…refold…stop it
mind thoughts silently unfold only
what touches me doesn’t touch you
passion sweats creamy silky moisture
our bodies slide and glide so sticky wet
smeared honeyed ambergris dirty sex
oh i can smell your scent today
thick strokes choking me with lust
to slide inside of you once more
as i bite and you scratch it hurts
as i became wet you went dry
words would have been cruel
i was spit out a tear of flesh
you looked the look of death
i died you didn’t cry you just left
all that remains is your scent
the little oasis of pleasures dry
what touches me doesn’t touch you
mind thoughts silently unfold only
to refold…folded…stop it
to unfold…refold…stop it
thick strokes choking me with lust
oh I can smell your scent today
my mouth is dry no wet kisses

DESCRIPTION:
A rendezvous of sweaty salty grunts bites and scratches breathlessly suspended in reverie, two naked people so alone in an exchange of wet DNA in a desert of emptiness, real or imaginary, something from the past or something yet to happen. Love and sex or sex and love, can they coexist and at what point in time comes the tipping point, when neither are relevant to a couple in a relationship and one has vanquished the other, inevitably the breakup without the make-up sex, love has already gone…sigh…no wet kisses.

From the Book of Inanimate Memory the fickleness of love and sex insatiable while they last…sooner or later one or both leaves unannounced and one or the other drift in and out and you can smell their scent illusive that naughty perfume and wonder…what if…?

...my mouth is dry no wet kisses...

montdragon

San Diego, United States

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Artist's Description

A rendezvous of sweaty salty grunts bites and scratches breathlessly suspended in reverie, two naked people so alone in an exchange of wet DNA in a desert of emptiness, real or imaginary, something from the past or something yet to happen. Love and sex or sex and love, can they coexist and at what point in time comes the tipping point, when neither are relevant to a couple in a relationship and one has vanquished the other, inevitably the breakup without the make-up sex, love has already gone…sigh…no wet kisses.

From the Book of Inanimate Memory the fickleness of love and sex insatiable while they last…sooner or later one or both leaves unannounced and one or the other drift in and out and you can smell their scent illusive that naughty perfume and wonder…what if…?

Artwork Comments

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