Wet and warm it goes,
water swiftly flows,
somewhat deep,
floating feet,
slowly slip below.
You leave me for a spell,
my hearts races like hell,
can’t relax,
you come back,
that bikini sure looks swell…
The mere sight of your curves,
tests my battered nerves
bathed in heat,
and touches sweet,
swaying, dancing, swerve…
Passion gently sung,
your eyes forever young,
this gentle ride,
we feel inside,
I pray it’s never done.
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Author:
David Welch (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Sensual and seductive it is playful and a fun read.
The rhythm in this poem is so snappy it’s infectious!
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