Salacious thoughts flood my mental
Touches making blood rush like currents
Thinking of your juices so sensual
I want to get into you
Dive into your ocean of love
And swim in its waves
As they crash to the shore
Parting legs like the Red Sea
Taking a journey between wet walls
And across damp beds
Arriving on the other side of an orgasm
Kisses & tongue bring sprinkles
Four play begs for rain
Fingers beckons a downpour
The extension of me calls for the storm
I long to lay
Along your dank plot
Playing in your river
Loving you upstream
Cleansing my throat in your essence
Washing my hands in your moisture
Stroking through twenty thousand leagues
To reach my destination
The deepest of deep of you
The watery depths
Of unadulterated sex
Love making at its finest
As your falls
Empty into my palm
Splashes on my tongue
You peaking, about to cum
Falls into streams
Streams into rivers
Rivers into ponds
Ponds into lakes
Lakes into seas
Seas into oceans
Your ocean into
A tidal wave
I brought
Then silenced and tamed
Calm before a second storm
Exactly that which her name states, Poet hails from the Soul of Michigan, baring life’s experiences on her back and carrying an arrogance about her that has the proclivity to boast of skill in writes as well as conversation. Equipped with an infectious personality and a mind that can bend the confines of reality, Poet walks the edge of her mental to bring forth and share poetic verse from life’s library onAbstractPoet.Weebly.Com.
Ooooooo, your watery figurative language is a blessing, a tribute, to the tides that flow into others, when two are one. Simply beautiful, Poet!