Breathe

Seeing you all glistening wet
 from your nice, long hot shower, 
Makes things tight in my lower stomach
 and frustrated that you have that power.

One minute, I can be mad.
 The next second see you dripping wet.
You did this on purpose so I'd no longer
 be irritated and to make me forget.

Eye candy is what you are, 
 you know it works every time.
Seeing you all sexy and clean
 and knowing you are mine.

Unfair advantage is what you play.
 But I'm no longer mad at you.
It's the quickest way to calm me down, 
 and it's something you always knew.

Have no fear your time will come, 
 And turnabout is fair play.
I'll save my wrath for you
 and use it another day.

You look too sexy for me 
 to stay mad at you for long.
Lucky for you, a naked, sexy 
 wet man makes me less strong.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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February 16, 2009 at 9:31 AM
Wow Girl, you have this amazing ability of causing a warm smile through your wonderful writing style. You always paint such vivid images for your reading audience to capture in their minds eye. You also seem to have a special nack for this reader wishing to be the charter you desire. You Go Girl. Another amazing poem Aleera... Your Number One Reading Fan MPK
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February 16, 2009 at 9:27 AM
Oh Aleera, You have this power to create a warm smile through your amazing writing style. You always manage to paint such vivid images for your readers to capture within their minds eye. You also seem to have a nack for making this reader wish to be the charter you envision and desire. Way to go Girl. Another excellent write Aleera. Your Number One Reading Fan MPK :)
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