Droplets  

When she broke the surface,
All I wanted her to hear,
Was silence serving purpose,
Falling softly from her ears...
Then dripping from her eyebrow,
And as far as I could get,
Around her body somehow, 
And any place that she would let...
Like trails of salt less tear drops,
That pretend to mimic rain,
I'm moistening the one spot,
Ecstasy will look to blame...
So moonlight that is shading,
Every image rippling back,
Hold twilight as its fading,
Until the water looks as black...
Then right before her bosom,
Bares itself above the crest,
She dips her sultry buxom,
So I drip and wet the rest...