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
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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