Tip Tip Drizzling Drops, Wets Her Dress Poem by Sadashivan Nair

Tip tip drizzling drops,
Wets her dress;
Her body partly wet;
Rainbow says in smile,
You are crystal beauty,
As my bows;
But in blush,
she veils her face;
Says my dress is wet,
My body wet;
Wet partly exposed,
Nowhere to conceal;
Petrichor of wet earth,
Arouses me to seek,
warmth of my man;
perfectly made for me,
Even slight glimpse,
And hug of his,
Dries my body, my dress;
He is made for me,
I am made for him;

© Sadshivan Nair