The droplets fall,
Onto our bodies,
Like a waterfall,
Soaking us head to toe,
Everything coming in slow motion,
As we move fluidly together,
Our bodies grinding againt each others,
This movemonet instilled in us,
My hands start to tremble,
As I caress you body,
Seeing pleasure fill your eyes,
Feeling it flowing through me,
Our clothes dripping wet,
Sticking to us,
As I start to strip yours off,
Baring your beautiful, soft skin,
Trailing my hands around your back,
Feeling your body shake under my fingertips,
Unhooking your bra,
Gently pushing it off your shoulders,
Running my hands down your arms,
Stoping at your hands,
Pulling them up,
And wrapping them aroung my neck,
Bending down and kissing your neck,
Working my way up to your soft lips,
Such a forbidden feeling mixed with a forbidden taste,
Loving each second in your arms,
Something so amazing,
Seeming so much like a dream,
As I start to feel my own pleasure,
Giving you yours.
A poem i wrote in lockup about someone.
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okay, now i really want to know what the hell you expect me to say
i'm sorry, but i cannot give you a real comment about a poem i refuse to comprehend

