Water On Skin Poem by Kristina Louisa Carr

Slow drops of ice water
From my mouth to your skin
Small cascades of liquid
This game you may not win

Your lips slowly quiver
My tongue on your neck
Your nipples harden
Your desire no longer in check

Small rivers of liquid
Running down your chest
Welcomed by your navel
Your restraints put to the test

As I drink from the crater
My mouth really moist
Welcomes your hardness
Your intentions clearly voiced

Exploring your soft firmness
Hot ridges and flexible skin
I feel your convulsion
Anticipating your win

Slow drops of hot water
From me to your thigh
Small rivers of lava
A new game I imply

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