Wetness Poems - Poems about Wetness

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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