Gliding like a drop of water
on a long leaf
gliding, the drop of sweat explores
her curves,
a vision beyond belief
a silent prayer of vision
toying with me
teasing me
that little drop
on delicate flesh
I confess
my palate yearns more…
my intimate centre of man-being
becomes…
a fountain of bliss
my heart melts there…
My sweet surrender

(c) 2012 allen simpson

picture source – google

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