I.
she taught me
that standing in rain
was just like being in love;
uncertainty
as it first touches flesh,
but how it warms as it lingers
how it builds to a tempest-
she teems torrents
that squall saturation,
just by her presence.
II.
I love her scent
when freshly showered;
pure innocence
as water trails skin
fondling seduction,
whispering its wet caress-
long hair streamlines
feminine features
and light catches
to reflect prismatic eyes;
I cradle her in cotton inhibitions,
inhale the sensual stream of her breathing
and I too am cleansed.
III.
I feel her majesty
like that of a sculptor
envisioning a future piece;
careful to mould shape
with delicate precision,
to deliberate
upon each curve carved
to penetrate realms of the living-
it is with passion,
that each chiseled stroke
uncovers beauty
for she gifts me her completion.
Adding your comment:
This is a tender and impeccable response to the prompt, Poet. Good luck in Ann's contest. 
my jaw is on the floor because this is just ... wow;
