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Posted on Sep 14 2007, 12:10 pm
Mood: Other
drop of water
oh, to be a drop of water
slowly dribbling, draping down your back
as you reach for the towel
at the end of your
shower
wait
please, wait
let me be the trickle of wetness
rolling around your rippled belly
i want to feel your curves as i drift down
the sensual slope of your side
please don’t blot me away
from my languid loping
slowly
i will ease my way into the most
private
pristine
pure
parts that remain of you
and when i have completed my meandering journey
from your heights
into and out of
your depths,
you may wipe me off the floor.
d. kristen herrington
march, 2003
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