Raindrops
This poem was written in the form of a raindrop, however, on the web it looks like…well…something else.
an
icy
rain
tickles
warm skin
like diamonds
dropping from heaven.
Slippery, sensual, sparkling,
droplets descend following form,
caressing curves as passion is
reveled and revered. Breath
is quickened by swirls of
delicious daring amid
drops of tickling,
icy rain.
qq42
Hmmm…so freshy!
ufosIsee
I know I hate that.. I wrote one in the shape of a glass and it didn’t take… But still your poem was dressed so lovely anyways…......