Best Wetness Poems
TO A MULTIHUED DAMSEL IN THE BEAUTY
OF HER WETNESS
Out of the womb of seedless waters came her birth;
No less than always has been her silent beauty—
Radiant essence crowning the heavenly throne of Earth;
She’s a spectral reflective bouquet of God’s creativity.
Mothering Sun smooths each of her rays into its special place;
As her regal dome challenge the matter of her magnanimity.
No force of whispering winds can move her from her chosen space;
For the celestial realm has surrendered to her aura’s nobility.
In vain, many have set sail in search of her beginning and journey’s end;
Failed voyages of endless searches by the adventurous brave and bold.
Yet, her celestial curvaceous tinted arch still excite the curiosity of men
With voracious appetites for things whose worth and beauty rivals gold.
Yes, from time immemorial, man has been privy to the sight of her beauty
And teeming glow;
Yet, since that time, man has never ever been able to hold and control
God’s teasing rainbow!
The wetness of your warm sweet lips
Tells me the time is right
To begin a subtle exploration of love
A time to nibble and bite
To caress the tender areas of love
A soft caressing of skin
A tantalizing roaming of gentle fingers
Probing, searching within
Slender young bodies rise and fall
With the rhythm of the dance
An unrelenting force that drives us on
A tender knowing glance
Nothing ever comes close to the thrill
As passions rise ever skyward
The most extreme of human emotions
The ultimate of love inspired
Wetness of your warm sweet womanhood
That moment of sharing, of lust
An indescribable moment of pure ecstasy
Of desire till that final thrust
© Jack Ellison 2014
Out of the womb of seedless water came her birth,
And no less than always has been her silent beauty;
Radiant essence, crowning the earth’s heavenly throne:-
She’s a special reflective bouquet of God’s creativity;
Mothering sun smoothing each of her rays into its chosen place
As her regal dome challenges the matter of her crowning magnanimity:-
Her celestial realm is a royal domain established by her creator;
Her celestial curvaceous tinted arch has forever excited the mind’s
Voracious appetite for things whose worth and beauty rivals gold’s own:-
Yes, from time immemorial, humanity has had the privileged
Of her celestial beauty and teeming glow; yet, humanity,
Has never been able to control God’s teasing rainbow:-
And like that she became wet.
Undressing before she bathed in the storm.
Umbrella left home, by the door.
She wanted to be cleansed.
Clothes thrown to the side.
Where's the fun in being dry.
To rush every moment that craves to be moist.
Splashing in puddle after puddle.
The Infatuation of being free.
The depth of being caught in a portrait just before it drys.
Covered in layer after layer of heavy blue.
A foam of white.
A kiss that quenches every thirst.
Our lips the brush that sops the wetness.
Forever more.
To purposely be caught without an umbrella
WETNESS
I dance, dance, dance to a different beat, I kick up my legs
because I am sooooooo special and unique.
I hear harmonies in my head, making me wet today.
But did you try to dry me off? No you didn’t, you came
with your usual packaged self asking me,
“What’s for dinner”? and it’s only 9:00am.
My wetness makes no sense to you, you look away trying
to escape the glare from my stare.
Which has become the epitome of me, a unique brand of elements.
My wetness is so true to you that is sticks like glue.
Not crazy or gorilla glue, those passionate substances bond ever so true.
But the kind of glue that is loyal, thankful, trustworthy and
true. But all I want is for you to look at you and
take my wetness and make yourself wet too.
I'm feeling Watered, Just now Life has a lot of Wetness.
Spaces, Places and Crevices, some I like, some I don't mind and The Places I just Hate to see any kind of Dampness.
Raining down, lying on the ground, Something telling Me what Water is doing.
The taste is good and bad. The feelings I have about this - are a little jumbled.
Smelling, is it Me, I smell.
I have went on for this moment realizing the Font has grown and I don't know why but it's like the problems with my water laying in the puddle trying to fix my Pipes that are exploding apart.
It wants to make me Cry, More stupid wetness.
Glacial sent wet winds to chase out autumn radiance,
Snowdrift saints powdered white many gardens,
Leaving long flakes to peel open the morning ~
Secretly smiling...
Morning emerged radiantly recuperating,
Silence silenced, replaced by stormy sunshine,
Winter's wetness welcomed wholeheartedly ~
Singing for springtide...
Flaky flakes foisted frosts on plenty pavements,
Beautiful blessings brillianty raved a reprieve,
New natural warmth to sweet succour so sought ~
Springtime sunshine.