I Like You Most... When You're Soaking Wet.

The water that drips from your body -
A fine nectar of luscious sweets.
I delight in the taste of you -
The scent of you ....
The Love of you...

I hold you in my arms compressed

Your nipple taut with desire upon each swollen breast.
I close my eyes to the dreams
You milk from me of honeyed streams.


The washing water that drips as you stand -
The position which evokes me to love you.
Your voluptuous curves shimmering like sweat
Flowing when we make love, a roseate hue


Coloring your skin. It's so beautiful to see
How you look standing here before me.


The lucid lather has created bubbles
That glisten upon you like a gem -
I try to grasp them one-by-one,
But they disappear in a hem


That rings your slender waist.
I bend closer so that I might kiss the spot.


Your pubic hair is dripping with water,
Matted against your tower of mystic pleasures.
I embrace your ass, caressing and squeezing,
Pulling you towards me to find your treasures.


You drip, like honey and myrrh...
The water from your body drips and drips.

I love you and want you, I take you gently
As I spread your glistening legs apart.

You shimmer and shine like a light bedecked

Upon this earth ......wonderfully for my heart.

You are like water - lulling me into a trance -

Your warmth caressing me, a storm within your glance.

My roving hands arouse you  into a frenzied state,

Long and easy strokes that are temptingly sensate.

Entirely naked and swimming beneath my touch,

You  float within my hands that tantalize so much.

Completely bound, captive to my fingers;

And sweetly languid beneath each touch which lingers.

And I feel you dripping onto my hand
A nectar of gods, so moist and sweet.


The choicest nectar drips, and drips, and drips

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