Naked

Naked, standing I am;

The water running over me, 

Softly, smoothly, shyly; 

Through the curvy steepy alleys, 

Igniting my heart and soul, 

The emotion, resembling your's;

The falling drops on my shoulder, 

Descending down, towards my ankle; 

Shivers my moaning skin, 

Once your lips had rested; 

The trail of steamy stream, 

Flowing my back, 

Seems to scream of the delight; 

Your touch had served; 

Water losing it's way, 

Playing rendezvous darkly,

Down the hairs outlaid;

Puts life to the memoir, 

Of the amorous congress, 

We were destined to escalate;