A crowd expectant and a cloud alike
The showers sought to rain on her
From the praise to the March of rains
Just imagine a drop falling from the sky
Missed the pretty face, contoured shape
And landed on her neck's nape
Dripped down to her back - no ache
Almost as if a massage had come her way
Slipped between the twins her bra draped
And just tickled her tummy, oops that made her shake
Her navel contained it but stopped not its descent.
But not just a drop, a drizzle or a patter
It's turning into a party, a water dripping bonanza
Her hair she sheltered before it blew her cover
Her face she shielded; she could pose for various covers
Her fingers droplets shape
Her brolly aware of what's at stake
Deflecting the relentless, ever wanting wets
So just imagine when one evaded all those shields
A drop of water happened to find her knee
Chocolate glazed and glowing in the dark
Talk of a black beauty, Karma can't handle that
Inches it takes her to notice this
That the droplet of water sealed in a little kiss.
~By Number 1.
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