Caught In The Rain Poem by Julia West (julesx 64)

She is standing there not quite sure what to do,
Her clothes are dripping, she is totally wet through.
It was not raining when she left her place
But mischief in eyes of blue, a large smile upon her face.

Her Tee-shirt stuck, almost transparent,
Her bra is dripping wet too.
She giigles as water trickles down her back...
from nape of neck to ensure knickers wet through.
Mascara she had applied with great care
Now streaked down her face - representing the panda bear.
No one could imagine how wet a woman can get,
Until you imagine this lady smiling, dripping with no regrets.

He looks at her, his features so strong
How he loves her look right now - how he feels she belongs,
His breathing and heartbeat quicken as he notices her body wet,
Offering glimses of breasts and nipples through material he'll not forget.
For cold and Hard these nipples appear
Teasing and longing from a distance for hot kisses that's clear!

From his relatively dry umbrella zone
He invites with a getsure and says 'Lets go Home'.
He thought luckily they didnt have to walk far,
And even moreso she didnt require a lift - within his posh car.

She carelessly jumps through the puddles,
Childlike yes! but her inner adult anticipating cuddles.
As a girl gets to that point of no return, as skin reaches total saturation,
Even jumping in puddles doesnt add more, even water in the other direction!

On entering his flat for the first time, catching first sight of her reflection,
She laughs now nervously, now anticipating what he might think....
Earlier hours of preparation and anticipation, nervousness subsiding as he pours her a drink.

Warm fluffy towels, hot shower and scent,
Brings her body back to poised womanhood and all that represents.
Time for adult fun - He smiles and holds her close,
Food and wine, Love and Tenderness - He is the perfect Host.