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The Waters of a wet Escapade

Woke up with something voluptuous on my mind,
Some things to taste, spread, and satiate Into convulsions,

I had that problem last night and Had to take a serious shower

Then when I spoke to her she said she had the same issue in
The wee hours of the night, she took flight to the shower,
The wonder was why?

To take the edge off

To take the edge off her natural feelings
that flow inside the essence of her emotions

The water is flowing and I am breathing heavy
Letting my hands go places they should not go
But all I can do is think about his touch

Her vision so clear, her heart weakens and opens,
As she touched, rubbed and discovered in
The living constant process of beginnings and ending,
Every moment letting go of the old emotions and rebirthing
A new intimacy, in contact with the mystery... .
Touching her individuality

Mentally moved and soothed, she let her inner water flow,
Releasing every negative thought and allowed his freedom to flow down into my drain
with every touch I exhale, with every breath I exhale, with every kiss, I exhale ,
As I stand here dripping wet, I am caught up in your embrace, the scent of you is
making me Stiffen up….

His Hand and finger encounter, unstoppable, Arising and passing with each breath,
Her feelings, thoughts and mental images, more deeply still,
Give rising to a thousand perspectives, most of them wet to the wild aspect...
Of a very slow -slow unison….

Hmmm why are you waiting on me , you see I have been here wondering,
Why you have not come into my world like the water running down my skin,
You come and then you go, leaving me to my own imagination and like
The water that is flowing down the drain, I'm trying to catch you,
But you keep escaping...

Then we have question on the waters where the answers flow,
Well shall the wonderings cease, if we were seeking strength of
control over ourselves ,Then we have discover a wet, wet, wet truth
Inherent in The moments, in the sensations in the shower, there we found
The beauty of unbidden desires and longings, that have been brought to rest and
Reawakened in her nature…you have it like that, you want it like that…
Well therein the wet feeling good, what more this proposition….

Leave it like that, keep me wondering. ..Hee- hee….
Written by poetjj (Juan M. Maldonado Jr.)
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