SHE IS WET

SHE IS WET
LIKE DARK RICH 
FERTILE 
SOIL
IN THE VALLEY OF 
PEACE
HER AROMA THICKENS 
THE AIR 
NIGHT OR DAY,
HUMBLE SEEDS 
APPRECIATE 
THE MOISTURE
OF HER 
SOFTNESS
SPAWNING,
BRINGING FORTH
GOOD FRUIT,
OF GOOD MEASURE...


THE SATURATION
OF IMMEASURABLE LIPS
ECLIPSE 
AND CLENCH
A WOULD BE HERO'S
REWARD,
AS TIMBER
PLUNGES INTO 
THE SWEET DELUGE 
OF THE STORM
FANTASY
CHOKES REALITY
INTO SUBMISSION
REMOVING INHIBITIONS...


SHE IS WET
AS SPIRITS 
AND MINDS
MELD
INTO A SENSUAL
IMMOBILITY,

SMALL OVALS
ARE 
SILENCED 
BY THE RUSH
OF A FLOWING
BEAST'S CRESCENDO
THAT HASN'T CRESTED,
TWINGES AND TWITCHES
JUST SIMMERS...


AND 
IT ALL CAME 
FROM A SIMPLE THOUGHT
A GENTLE HINT
THAT FIRES 
CAN BE SPARKED
BY THE TORCH
OF HER LOVE
BEING HELD
BY STRONG EMBRACES
AND WHISPERS 
WHICH TELL HER
SHE IS LOVED
MORE THAN STONE
LOVES
THE MOUNTAIN
WHICH SUBDUE 
HER FEARS
AND CONQUER...
SHE IS WET
NOT FOR ME
BUT,
FOR US....


"VISIONS OF ELASTIC RAINBOWS"©2010