Rain on me,
with an urgent type of fantasy.
You look deep into me,
I want to know..
exactly what its going to be.
the cool drops,
coast down my body,
but they don't cool me.
My temperature is going through the roof,
as I look at you,
licking your lips,
thinking your slick...
My only hope is that you won't be too quick,
with that magic stick.
A contest entry
- Sensual Love In The Rain. by Poetryintheblood.
900 points, ended September 2, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your sensual entry, good luck, Josie
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wet...
thoughts dripping like an ice cube melting...
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this is awesome hun
and the coolness spent
upon the need tempt
is something to be felt
well done Hugs Angel♥
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My temerature is going through the roof..
Woe
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