There’s only one word for it in my vocabulary and that is Moist.
Although others might shy away from this five-letter word and do everything within their power to avoid saying it, there can be no real alternative, it is the genuine article, it is the real deal, it has to be Moist.
Dew laden grass, as the morning mist rises with the sun’s first rays…
The shower room’s running rivulets, cascading down tiled walls to dark recesses of the drain…
The discarded towel dumped on the wash bin…
Padding soles imprint across the deep pile carpet…
Dragging on underwear (should have dried more thoroughly Charlotte)…
Car windscreen wipers sweeping condensation clear…
Slopping my coffee over the car seat…
My eyes, when seeing Harriet in the Sun and the Daily Mail online…what a star of the universe
Dash the manly tear…Stiff upper lip old chap…
Moist.
Carry on Regardless
DJ
Carry On Regardless 