The water cascades
Over my skin
Caressing my flesh
Dripping from my breasts
my hair wet and clinging
To my body
A smile on my face
Lighting up my eyes
my tongue tracing my lips
The taste of His kiss
Still fresh in my mind
As i lick the water from my flesh
Leaning my head back
my hair now flowing
With the water once more
my lips barely parted
A soft sigh escapes me
As i think of only Him
The poem is perfect, and that soft sight is almost audible at the very end. Wonderful!
Starward