Water on Skin
Slow drops of ice water
From my mouth to your skin
Small cascades of liquid
This game you may not win
Your lips slowly quiver
My tongue on your neck
Your nipples harden
Your desire no longer in check
Small rivers of liquid
Running down your chest
Welcomed by your navel
Your restraints put to the test
As I drink from the crater
My mouth really moist
Welcomes your hardness
Your intentions clearly voiced
Exploring your soft firmness
Hot ridges and flexible skin
I feel your convulsion
Anticipating your win
Slow drops of hot water
From me to your thigh
Small rivers of lava
A new game I imply
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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