I start at the silken flow of your thick hair to slide along the line of your face below

As I go around the gentle feel of your brow, I can already feel my love grow

So I glide plaintively down your pert nose, just to see how far it goes

From the tip, I look down low, to see your toes wiggling below

I don't want to fall away from the tip, so I slide under and rest on your wonderful lips

But, I'm almost lost in your mouth when you lick, though I wait a moment to catch your tongue's tip

So warm it seems to be, and I think I could spend my wet eternity

Just becoming part of your tongue's sensuality, but I need to be free to explore the rest of your body

So I move along the line of your chin, ready for the rest of my wondrous journey to begin

I travel to where I've never been, if, as a drop, I had a mouth, I would grin

because I've now streamed down to your shoulder's crown

I can barely hear a sound as I round your collarbone and head down

to flow around the roundness of your breast's softness

Crossing another water flow, I ripple over your nipple's hardness

I think to myself what a lucky drop I've become not to have had a short trip by splashing off of your thumb

I know that millions of drops died numb against the wall while I happily run

down your glorious body, in love with the feeling of you against me

I glide down the length of your tummy... am I happy? Deliriously

I come to a slight curve and climb a hill of slight hair with growing thrill

I hold close to you so as not to spill and slide between your lower lips and attempt to fill

You with my wetness, and am filled with distress

when gravity's contest pulls me from your the warmth of your lower lips' press

So I move along your inner thigh trying not to cry

At the imminent death I'm about to die with a silent sigh

I keep flowing down to your foot, just happy that I could have touched heaven before the end, Kaput

-David "Dingo" Bleecher