There is a place I’ve never been, that my fingers have never been allowed to tread but I have seen the map traced many a time by the pool. “A Drop of Pretty Girl” a thirst that has gripped me as I walk alone in this desert, if only the taste of love…
A drop upon a pretty girl
Your body makes the perfect world
Silent, gently, falling down
How I gaze upon it now
It starts up north upon your mind
I think of you both day and night
Waits and lingers by your eyes
How I’m lost in them sometimes
Like a word you long to say
Your sweet lips I want to taste
Rolling, sliding, down your neck
Thoughts of love or just a peck
And as it travels down below
In fantasies I dare to go
It takes a breath around your breasts
How I wish my head could rest
To feel the beating of your heart
Your heart to win must be an art
Makes it way much further south
Without you can’t be without
Far below it makes its way
Where I’d like to go someday
Divine and sacred holy holies
Making love in summer heat
From sacred place the drop does slide
Such sexy curves along your thighs
Until at last it finds your feet
All of you I wish to keep
Just a drop the pool or rain
Or just the heat from summer’s day
If only you would be my world
A drop upon a pretty girl
Copyright © 2010, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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