Wet Poetry

Tonight's shower thunders from above me, anointing his Poets venom pouring over my mind he purposely left in place of his absence. Seeking quiet escape I float in recalls wade.
Re-loving his poetic molestations craved upon my naked and thirsting flesh... I am washed in vocabs tub of descending intrusion.
Versed artillery rains down Soaking my mental into submissive thought, submerging and withholding morality's breath from reality's air.
Drenched in written eroticas whose depths are without measure. I allow myself to blistfully drown in his imageries. His accent spoken upon my wet skin purposely drizzling tempts, dripping with leathered promises.
Each well chosen word belonging to him beads unto my breasts contemplating it's fall from the grace of my nipples edge to the pandamonium pooling below. Poetic fingers forces my arch to River from navel to clit. Our poems clashing and tongue fucking each other as they were meant to sputum... tasting every rhyme, licking every scheme and kissing every flaw with the wettest intent. I am washed over and over in spasms of turbulence within my own loch of saturated deliverance. My poets Ingredients poisoned with verbs so delicious to the raping of my senses I gasp. Insatiable possession of these hands treading and no longer my own..tidals against frantic palms as I lay encased in porcelain memoirs. This quench of potent poetry satiated only when drank from his lips and lathered between my own...