Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Drench the young lady – 2


I saw her in my dreams
             Donned in that dripping wet attire
Her mind-blowing looks
             Aroused in me the dormant fire
Oh my dear God
             Why do you bring this rain?
When you drench the young lady
             She only blushes with shame

When it drizzles down the sky
             It unlocks her beautiful hair
Those soothing droplets touch her lips
             And her fragrance filling the air
The ultimate of her beauty
             Was present in that memorable sight
So when you drench the young lady
             Try to dim the natural light

I could see the drops of rain
             Trickling down her cheeks
Through the curves of her dress
             Her beauty really peeps
I desire to kiss her once
             As these moments are very rare
So whenever you drench the young lady
             Just make it sure that I’m there

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