Waterfall .... Prose poem ......

Bright sun

Blue skies

Enhance the rainbow hovering over ones head...

Love

Peace

Tranquility

Circles ones being...

Fingertips

Penetration

Into the sheath of ones waterfall…

Taut-ness

Moisten heat

Surrounds the sensuousness of touch...

Lips touch

Then embrace

Softness of ones breath ease over facial flesh...

Moistness is now wetness

Moans enrage to groans

As the softness of a touch

Enrage inner desires...

Bareness meets nakedness

As flesh gingerly mesh against each other...

Lunge

Thrust

Penetration of pliable flesh

Incorporates

Penetration of mind-set

Which penetrates ones wills

That finally

Penetrates into ones soul...

The coolness of ones shoreline

Is meet with the heat of ones extension…

The heat within one start to slowly falter

As the coolness of one shoreline surrounds it completely…

Hot raining mist

Showers ones shoreline

Then drowns in the heat of ones depths...

As the sun falls

The moon rises

But the hue of the sky, remains blue...

(C) 1ManView