Waterdrop Marathon

the shower head sounds the start a drop of water drips down her forehead to the nose stays then leaps to her lips not getting licked dripping to her chin again a wait then because she lowers her head he simply slides off onto but between the rolling hills of pastoral cleavage but not stopping to sightsee not even the odd sink hole near the middle of the race making his way towards some slight foliage just a tuft but just enough shade as not to dehydrate but wait now a choice to be made left or right or stay but to stay is giving up and enough enough said before a flip of a coin he joins others going right his thighs now burning disearning if the right choice was his choice but mistake is no returning in this race pacing now passed the knee and feeling victory just might be one only knows not sweating the simple stuff having made it thus far and just a bit further farther then one would think to be stopped to sink but sunk just a foot away not even feet defeat finds him at an ankle twist but contented to sit she is so delicious