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Water descends.
Drip.
Drip.
Dripping,
from her silky long hair
cascading.
Onto,
a fine, structured bridge: of collarbone.
Falling, lower and lower,
striking and rolling down a curve
of fine, pert breasts
and erect nipples.
Drip.
Drip.
Dripping.
Caressing nude skin.
A delicate, seductive, touch.
Down.
Down.
Advancing down.
Her fine, voluptuous, exhibit. |
Honesty is KEY, right?
I've not done any poetry for such a long time.
Needless to say, I am missing it.
I penned this poem in a matter of seconds.
It may need a few changes to it at a later date but for now I welcome all feedback.
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