Standing under
the oscillating spray
water clings
to
rounded breasts
cascading
over erected nipples
down
a toned stomach
while
crystalling droplets
clung
to her
black wavy hair
with deep
indentations
to compliment
her body
begging
to be explored
by
a man's tongue.
What
a monumental view
out my window.
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