Dry and Wet

I quiver as a sound escapes me. A breeze blows across my skin, drying it.
The air smells slightly of mint. It’s almost intoxicating.
A wave of wetness washes over me. It cools me while rehydrating. I look forward to those moments. It makes me shake.
And I live for those moments when another of my kind comes to visit. I get all lotioned up and mingle. It really gets me hot! So I have to be cooled down with a tidal wave. It refreshes me.
Yep, I have a pretty good life. It’s pretty much a sequence of wet and dry. Or dry and wet, depending on where you come into my story. Yeah, there’s nothing like being soft and supple and desirous to all. I’m such a rockstar!

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