What a fantastic benefit you are
Transporting me to the stars
An endless devour
A shining, straight up type of guy.
Until, I leave your side
Comfort and warmth, within you resides
Truth be told
Within the waves you unhold
Ancient healing power told
Gush forth your charms
A vertical line of divine just for me
I’m grateful, eternally.
Hands move, eager to turn you on
Your fluids therapeutic
Soon, I float by your arms
The End
Old Fashioned “What Am I?” Poem .
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Being a morning procrastinator, I don’t often have time for a bath, but more of an emergency shower each day. That’s a product of hitting the ‘snooze’ feature on my alarm clock more times than necessary. But to your poem, you captured that feeling of being surrounded by comforting warm water.
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