I Wait For her … Dirty by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

Seeing her lingering fingers

wading under water

exploring so many

bubbles, softly she scrubs 

soaping towards desire

she loves reigniting 

every color splashing 

her lips of fire. I can tell 

she longs for me, to dive 

inside her tub, nakedly,

converse in tongues,

feel her mouth, as

I am on your mind

as much as you are 

on mine? She shines 

dripping above me, 

her thighs around my neck, 

tickling waves, hurricane 

shudders above me, so much 

more than splashes, I love 

the way my lips keep licking 

up feeding rebirth, I crave 

tasting her sweetness on 

my gasping mouth, feel

her rippling white skin, 

lush hairs curling

the filthiest smiles—

reveals the tide that floods 

ripples of skin when her 

body blushes hallelujah 

she watches me turn 

on her steaming handles, 

feeling her tremble…softly,

pulsating her faucet lips

delicately overflowing 

as she eloquently drips, 

billowing deeply, I love

leaving my XO signature, 

my lips always stream to 

beautify her.

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