Her sensuality washes
over me as a river
bathes and rinses me
till I shake and quiver
anticipation drives
my senses to a spasm
till her touch closes
the yearning chasm
panting feverishly
overcomes my breath
anestisizes senses
as if I was taking meth
she knows every spot
targets my very soul
no matter the situation
she's thrilling and bold
all I need again today
to be bathed in her lust
her ravishing river of joy
washing me till I bust.
Del Cano 2004 October
Bathing in showers of delight
ReplyDeletecan turn a man to prune
I wouldn't want to see that
your skin so dry as dune
Yet pleasure's gain adorns
a treasured friend so dear
and glad I am that he has
this loving closeness near
That this poet feels
this lusting within his soul
for his special lady
gives me shivers just so.
Love the inspire you weave....
Hugs,
Chris