Best Passionwater Poems
Droplets
Im soaking wet from all
thoughts running in head.
Starts like tear droplets
and builds from there 'till I got a
water fall at my door or it runneth over
me, Oh poorest me.
Water you say love cometh my
way, Need someone to help taketh the
droplets away.
Help my mind to send to the
heavens above oh but not the tears for
fear of not having thoughts of you.
Cheryl McCall 2008
The element of water is much needed to survive,
that's 2 parts hydric oxygen for breathing deep inside,
all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your
thighs, with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch and still I
rise.
The shower water's beating like a drummer go
insane, it drizzles as it bangs and brings to mind the
pouring rain,
we ride the ganja leaf as I begin to tour your frame,
the steaming mist envelopes us, we fly like soaring
planes.
A drenching kiss that makes us slip, we're goin
under too, the sky's alive, the lightning strikes and
brings the thunder too,
my legs collapse like Autobots to slide up under you,
your right leg's now on my left shoulder, aint no
runnin boo.
The 1st lick of your nether lips exhales your breath
away, the 2nd through the 30th go past like
yesterday,
and minutes after fastening my mouth to man your
boat, a liter's worth of candy jam goes slamming
down my throat.
Your hips do grind and so do mine except some
time has passed, you hold for dearest life, you're like
a vice, so tight to stab,
but once the motion activates we form like Wonder
Twins, which has me quartered safe in you like I
was Gunga Din.
The shower nozzle's open to a full blown water blast,
the way our skin is smacking loudly, it just oughta
splash,
you throw it back like Brady when the Pats and
Dolphins clash, or moreso like you walk the streets
and look to ball for cash.
It feels like Heaven's open with the angels washing
down, but even heavy shower water can't wash out
the sounds,
of passion resonating through a frosted wall of
glass, my seed does not impede with speed, into
your walls I crash.
A 2nd wind of stamina embraces me like fam, I'm
like a stick of granite still, that's just the man I am,
who don't mind puttin in extra work that'll leave us
sore with pain, the shower's like we're outside sexin
in the pouring rain.
Arriving home from work
Sleepy and tired
Hot shower i craved
A quiet evening desired
To the bathroom i go
Cascades of water sounds
Through the steamed up glass
A curvaceous figure is found
Her shoulder length hair
Soaked back in hold
Her body pressed to the pane
A sight to behold
As i watch her shower
Admiring her lathered hands
Caressing as she cleans
In solitary command
Her undulations
Wetted glow
In adventurous display
Her body shows
I catch her eye
Through the steamed up glass
My girlfriend, my love
My Highland lass
Door ajar
She invites me in
Naked like birth
Skin to skin
Our hands in wander
As the water flows
We merge into one
In loving glow
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Imagine walking cross a sunset,
with the wind beneath your feet
In see thru satin laced in corsets
as I kiss and lick your sweets
Like water gently I surround you
wetting you from head to toe
Seducing all your thoughts that bound you
tempting not to let me go…
Imagine that with every ripple
ecstasy gestates within
Leaves you helpless like your cripple
as you climax once again
You wrap your arms around your body
trying hard to hold me close
But I slip your grasp entirely
and enter you so deep and slow …
Now imagine on a moonlit beach
White water and the warmest sand
My body slides within your breech
as you tremble in my hands
Then our souls become as one
as we slowly reach the end
And with one look into your eyes
we make love and come again..Imagine
Terry
The faint view of us through the glass and rain...
The water cascades down your shoulders....
As my hands meet the drops on your waist...
The warmth of your skin absorbs the droplets...
As our lips reach and touch so slightly...
My fingers walk up your side and then down again...
As your hands follow my neck and run through my hair...
The shower door reflects steam and passion....
Only our hand prints remain as the water stops...