Showered In Love Poem by Heather Browning

As The showers from above begin to tickle my back, your hands run through my hair with an instant butterfly attack. The rain drops fall from my face and and gently brush against your lips. Your body so close to mine, my hands pulling on your hips. My warm mouth finally touches your skin, and the high pitched sound of a moan is instantly what I win. I can see the suspense in your eyes as my hand starts to move, then all of a sudden its your breath you begin to lose. Your body begins to tense and your grip hold me tight. You get lost in another world, I know Im doing something right. Pull me in closer and hold me with all you can, dont let me out, I love the feel of our bodies pressing to the sand.