Sent from spring of showers…
I reach your silky realms
Laze on your hair strands
I rest a while before I race
Stepped on your forehead
I walk brisk towards your brow
Turn a little right in a curve tight
Climb the incline of your nose
There I saw your lips so soft
Run in glee to kiss those treats
I loiter and climb the curve of chin
Ski forward to the slopes of throat
I enter the cozy creek of mountains twin
If luck favors I climb the peaks and win
A long sojourn on your tummy landscape
And a journey towards jungles mysterious
To nestle between your flower’s petals
I relish your sensual feminine treasure
Walk forward I look back in pain
Cross creamy expense to reach your knees
Then go down the drain to abyss and die
But before that I kiss your feet…and I try
(I know the above is a little disoriented. But it sounded nice to me when I realized that if I could be a water drop that caresses her body while I cleanse her… in her shower… I miss you so much my M)
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