Wet Waters
The atmosphere is full of your perfumed smells,
The music is playing, so softly...
As I approach the bathroom door,
I hear the sounds of showered water.
I peep inside and I begin to stare at your beautiful wet body.
The wet water running down your lips,
Dripping and then pouring a image that is hard to foretell.
The candles are lit everywhere, especially where you are.
I make my presence known, oh baby welcome Home you whisper in my ear,
While the wet water stains my shirt as Your wet body presses next to me.
The light steam of the shower is now Rolling down my face,
Your rich passionate lips begin to kiss me.
I can feel the excitement of your body,
And I am so pleased to be your lover.
Oh! I cant hear the music only your song,
The candle light is fading away.
Oh! How excited your loving makes me feel,
We toss and turn,
The sweet and gentle moans from your lips,
Sounds so seductive to me.
Oh! Wait the wet waters they are coming Down stronger,
Your body tightens around me.
Oh! How strong is your loving...
I cant seem to hold on!
Wet waters of intensed sweat I awaken to Discover.
Where are you my lover as I had laid to Sleep?
Maybe in the wet waters that stain my Sheets.
By Sterling P. Davis
Copyright © Sterling Davis | Year Posted 2006
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