I want to be a single drop
& roll down
from her pretty-crown,
over her parted lips
& into her sweet valley,
flanked by such
beautiful twin peaks
rolling over,
across her flat plain,
to trickle
deep into her wet
delicious-chasm,
then drip
along her inner thigh
sliding to her inked-ankle,
only to exit
between her lovely toes.

O the Lord knows
I am a thousand drops of rain!