- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Water
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She slowly saunters towards the waters edge
Arms stretched out, hair trailing down her back
She slips off her shoes, digs her toes in the wet sand
Standing there letting the water lap at her feet
Reaching down she grabs her dress at her hips
Slowly pulling up, up, and over her head
Letting her fingers brush her soft skin
Sending shivers rippling through her body
Taking a step she leaves the beach behind
Running her hands over the waters surface
She inhales the fresh sea air
The water rises to her hips, creeps to her waist
Covers her breasts, caresses her throat
Her body cools, her mind relaxes
She lets the water lift her up
Floating on the surface she gazes at the moon
Smiling at the secret they share
So free, so alone, so complete
The light illuminates her curves
The breeze glides over her wet body
Stimulating nerves, and arousing desires
- COMMENTS
aliparksover 12 years agoI've had moments like the one you describe in this poem, i like it very much, makes me wish i was closer to water. well done.
